I didn’t want to do it.
I refused.
I hated the thought of having to do a master’s program when I already worked so hard on re-taking my MCAT, trying to keep my undergrad GPA, and all of my clinical experience.
But it was the only shot I had of getting into medical school. The first year I tried applying I had one interview, and I was placed on the hold list.
The second year I only received one interview and ended up on the waitlist. While attempting to get off the waitlist, I was given more information on their master’s program. My parents told me to apply. My ex-boyfriend told me to apply. Hell, the universe was telling me to apply. But being the stubborn woman that I am, I didn’t even want to consider it.
Time passed and it was about late May when I still hadn’t heard anything. My choices would have been to just have the school transfer my D.O application to the master’s application while re-applying to medical school, just re-apply, or change my dreams. I did just re-take my MCAT at the time, but I didn’t have my scores back yet.
There was this annoying little voice in the back of my mind that just said do it. What could it hurt? You already applied for their D.O. program and wouldn’t have to pay anything! You don’t need any additional letters! You’ll likely get into this program and get pulled off the waitlist, so it’s a win-win!
Wrong. 
I think I was the only person who got waitlisted into the COB program at KCU. Or at least it felt that way.
Thankfully a few weeks later my MCAT score returned, and once the school received my new scores they offered me a seat. I was in St. Maarten at the time of receiving the call, but other than the hefty price tag of an international call, I was happy that I finally got a seat. Since I still had no word on whether I was being pulled off the medical school waitlist, I decided to take my chance and go.
It was the best decision I could have made.