The highly anticipated yet much dreaded day. Every 4th year med student's fate is determined today when they find out a simple "Yes" or "No" as to WHETHER or not they matched into a residency program. If "yes", they wait until Thursday to find out where they are going (they ranked their "favorites" weeks ago) at a huge ceremony hosted by the medical school. If "no"... they slunk away into a cave and begin contemplating suicide. No, really....(really). Actually if they didn't match, they participate in "Scramble" which starts tomorrow at noon. Every program that didn't fill up is listed... and they start calling and faxing like ninnies to try to get a spot. Any spot. Anywhere. Hopefully in their desired field... but possibly not. And definitely not in the location they expected. Unfortunately.
Match is basically one giant fraternity/sorority... where you and the program rush (interviewing)... and then there's preference day (second look)... and then match day (bid day). Exhilarating. Probably joyous. Potentially fatal... well, at least temporarily until the said 4th year regains his or her bearings, begins to breathe and realizes the world is, indeed, not over.
I just found out that at my school the Dean's office closes down completely and the Deans clear their schedules during Scramble so that the students who are scrambling can come in and use the phones, private offices, faxes, computers, etc... AND have the Deans call other programs on their behalf. Nice.
Anyway, congrats to all my friends who matched today. And if you didn't... don't stay in your cave too long, ok? We all still love you.
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