Lesson
One: What "They" Look
For?
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What "They" Look
For
Quotes
by members of our panel of admissions officers are in italics.
During
that first, quick look at your file (transcripts, science
and nonscience GPAs, MCAT scores, application, recommendations,
and personal statement), what the admissions committee seeks
is essentially the same:
1. Proven
ability to succeed.
2. Clear intellectual ability, analytical and critical thinking skills.
3. Evidence that this person has the potential to make not only a good
medical student, but a good doctor.
But the
committee is looking for more than this in the essay specifically.
We will discuss in detail the essay issues that were listed
as most important by our advisory panel of admissions officers.
Motivation
Your application to medical school is a testimony to your desire to ultimately
be a doctor. The admissions committee will look at your essay to see that
you've answered the obvious, but not so simple, question "Why?" You
must be able to explain your motivation for attending medical school.
I
look for a sustained understanding of why the candidate
wants to enter medicine, how they've tested their interest,
and how they've prepared for medical school.
Touch
on your passion to pursue medicine. For many, medicine
is akin to a calling, and the evaluator must get a sense
that they are hearing and responding to the same motivation.
You will
be offered much advice in the upcoming pages, with plenty
of do's and don'ts. In the midst of all of this, whatever
you do, do not lose sight of the ultimate goal of the essay-to
convince the admissions committee members that you belong
at their medical school. Everything we tell you should be
used as a means to this end, so step back from the details
of this process regularly and remind yourself of the big
picture:
The
essay is the way for candidates to make the argument
as to why they, among all the highly qualified candidates,
should be admitted to medical school and the eventual
practice of medicine.
Writing/Communication
Skills
Another
obvious function of the essay is to showcase your language
abilities and writing skills.
In
the essay I want a clear sense that they understand and
can communicate well why they are compelling candidates.
Especially
if an applicant did some or all of the prerequisite coursework
in another country, we will look to the essay to ensure
strong English language skills.
At this
level, good writing skills are not sought; they are expected.
So, while a beautifully written essay isn't going to get
you into medical school, a poorly written one could keep
you out.
Beyond
showcasing your writing abilities and demonstrating your
motivation, what else can the essay do for you? Following
is more of what the members of the advisory panel said they
look for in an essay.
Soft
Skills
Let the
rest of your application, not the personal statement, speak
for your hard skills and achievements (such as your academic
excellence, your fantastic MCAT scores, your class rank).
What admissions officers seek in the essay are some specific
soft skills such as sincerity, maturity, empathy, compassion,
and motivation. These qualities were rated especially high
in the medical community, more so than for any other graduate-level
program we studied.
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YOUR
SOFTER SIDE: PERSONAL QUALITIES SOUGHT BY MEDICAL
ADMISSIONS STAFF
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(Listed
according to the number of times the qualities
were mentioned)
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| 1 |
2 |
3 |
| motivation |
diversity |
sensitivity |
| commitment |
uniqueness |
communication
skills |
| sincerity |
interest |
humanitarian
beliefs |
| honesty |
compassion |
enthusiasm |
| maturity |
empathy |
creativity |
Because
these qualities are not quantifiable, and therefore not easily
demonstrated through the usual criteria of grades and numbers,
the essay is your first opportunity (and one of your only
ones) to showcase them.
A successful
essay will demonstrate in one way or another that the writer
has the soft skills necessary to be a good doctor. This
applicant was very direct in asserting his soft
skills.
Motivation,
independence, maturity, precisely those qualities my experiences
in Eastern Europe instilled, will be essential to a fruitful
career.
When qualities
are mentioned as directly as this, the applicant must be
careful to support the claims with clear evidence gathered
from personal experience. More often, applicants let their
achievements and experiences speak for themselves, and the
qualities that they demonstrate are inferred.
A Real
Person
This list is not ordered by importance; if it were, this category would
be listed first. What our admissions officers said they seek more than
any specific skill or characteristic mentioned in the personal statement
is a real, live human being:
The
members of a medical admissions committee are responsible
for choosing the next generation of medical doctors.
These are the people who will be healing our children,
curing us and our parents, and literally saving lives.
Put it in that perspective and the responsibility we
feel is enormous. For this reason, we're going to choose
to accept someone we feel we know, trust, and like.
In light
of this, then, it might not surprise you that when we asked
admissions officers and medical students for their number
one piece of advice regarding the essay, we received the
same response almost every time. Although it was expressed
in many different ways (be honest, be sincere, be unique,
be personal, and so on) it all came down to the same point: "Be
Yourself!"
My
number one piece of advice is: Be yourself when you write
the essay. The medical profession is a lifetime commitment.
Let those in the profession know what drives you towards
it!
Unfortunately,
achieving this level of communication in writing does not
come naturally to everyone, but that does not mean it cannot
be learned. Part of what can make this kind of writing seem
so difficult is that it is very hard to gauge the impressions
you are creating through your writing. Even if you have followed
every tip in this course, it is a good idea to have some
objective people-preferably those who do not already know
you well-read it over when you have finished.
Get
Personal
The only
way to let the admissions committee see you as an individual
is to make your essay personal. When you do this, your essay
will automatically be more interesting and engaging, helping
it stand out from the hundreds of others the committee will
be reviewing that week.
After
reading hundreds of essays in my time on the Harvard
Medical School admissions committee, I would tell people
a couple of key things. First, make it personal. The
most boring, dry essays are those that go on about how
the applicant loves science and working with people and
wants to serve humanity, but offer few personal details
that give a sense of what the applicant is like.
Personalize
your essay as much as possible-generic essays are not
only boring to read, they're a waste of time because
they don't tell you anything about the applicant that
helps you get to know them better.
What does
it mean to make your essay personal? It means that you drop
the formalities and write about something that is truly meaningful
to you. It means that you include a story or anecdote taken
from your life, using ample detail and colorful imagery to
give it life. And it means, above all, being completely honest.
Please
see our sample essays for examples of essays that get personal,
including the essay by this Duke
applicant. The writer begins by recollecting her
experience with anorexia and her admiration for the doctor
who saved her life. But it is more than the story that makes
her essay real -- it is the way that she describes her experiences.
She uses a personal tone throughout the essay, for example
when she describes herself while volunteering at an AIDS
clinic:
… I am
constantly reminded of how much I have to learn. I look
at a baby and notice its cute, pudgy toes. Dr. V. plays
with it while conversing with its mother, and in less than
a minute has noted its responsiveness, strength, and attachment
to its parent, and checked its reflexes, color and hydration.
Gingerly, I search for the tympanic membrane in the ears
of a cooperative child and touch an infant's warm, soft
belly, willing my hands to have a measure of Dr. V.'s competence.
It is her
admittance that she doesn't yet know everything she needs
to know coupled with the picture she paints of herself noticing
a baby's "cute pudgy toes" and "gingerly" searching
in "the ear of a cooperative child" and touching "an
infant's warm, soft belly." As readers, we do not have
to strain to create a mental image of the author as a caring,
still somewhat tentative individual. This vivid portrayal
is painted by a series of personal details.
Just as
this writer did not rely on her story of anorexia to make
her essay personal, one admissions officer comments:
A
personal epiphany, tragedy, life change, or earth-shattering
event is not essential to a strong essay.
This point
cannot be stressed enough. Personal does not necessarily
mean heavy, or emotional, or awe inspiring. It is a small
minority of students who will truly have had a life-changing
event to write about. Perhaps they have spent time living
abroad or have experienced death or disease from close proximity.
But this is the exception and not the rule.
In fact,
students who rely too heavily on these weighty experiences
often do themselves an injustice. They often don't think
about what has really touched them or interests them because
they are preoccupied with the topic that they think will
impress the committee. They write about their grandfather's
death because they think that only death (or the emotional
equivalent) is significant enough to make them seem introspective
and mature. What often happens, however, is that they rely
on the experience itself to speak for them and never explain
what it meant to them or give a solid example of how it was
emotionally influencing. In other words, they don't make
it personal.
Details,
Details, Details
To make
your essay personal, learn from the example above and use
details. Show, don't tell, who you are by backing your claims
with real experiences.
Essays
only really help you if they are unique and enable the
reader to get a sense of who you are based on examples
and scenarios and ideas, rather than lists of what you've
done. The readers want to find out who this person is,
not what the person has done, although the two are obviously
interrelated.
The key
words from this quote are examples, scenarios, and ideas.
Using detail means being specific. Each and every point that
you make needs to be backed up by specific instances taken
from your experience. It is these details that make your
story unique and interesting.
Tell
a Story
Tell
a story. It always makes for more interesting reading
and it usually conveys something more personal than such
blanket statements as "I want to help people."
Incorporating
a story into your essay can be a great way to make it interesting
and enjoyable. The safest and most common way of integrating
a story into an essay is to tell the story first, then step
back into the role of narrator and explain why it was presented
and what lessons were learned. The reason this method works
is that it forces you to begin with the action, which is
a sure way to get the readers' attention and keep them reading.
A story is best used to draw the reader in, and it should
always relate back to the motivation to attend medical school
or the ability to succeed once admitted.
Sample
Essay One
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Worked
on Grandfather's Farm in Hungary; Orderly/ Surgery Assistant
in Former U.S.S.R.; Organized Financing for First Private
Hospital in Estonia and Mission for Bosnian Refugees
In communist
Hungary in 1986 ownership of property meant certain things.
It meant that you were envyed by your neighbors. It meant
that you were mistrusted by the state. It meant that you
were prohibited by a government which feared the reemergence
of a landed aristocracy from purchasing machinery or hiring
laborers. Above all it meant you held on to your land for
all you were worth and cherished it as your most precious
family heirloom.
In 1986
and in the following summer, my parents sent my sister and
I to Hungary to work on my Grandparent's farm as they were
getting old and unable to manage it any longer on their own,
particularly in light of the communist restrictions on private
landowners. I woke up at five, harvested hay by hand, tended
the cows, and spread manure. I used the same tools my great-grandfather
used and on the same land that he had tended a century ago.
A fifteen year old boy with little sense of responsibility
or of himself, the experience hit me with the force of a
cyclone.
In 1993
I was awarded a fellowship to work in the health sector of
the former Estonian Republic of the U.S.S.R. I was employed
as an orderly in the operating theater of what was once the
elite Communist Party hospital. I assisted in surgery, performed
twenty-four hour shifts, distributed humanitarian aid, and
wrote reports for the Ministry of Health that went from my
hands to the directors of the World Bank and U.N. World Health
Organization. The experience cemented my plans for becoming
a physician and also convinced me that I wanted a career
with policy- and theory-shaping responsibilities beyond those
of the ordinary doctor.
In addition
to being entrusted with work no twenty-one year old in America
would be allowed to perform. I saw history being written
before my eyes. I got a sense of the degree to which an individual,
with enough motivation and a few good ideas, can be an effective
force for positive change. I understood the responsibility
and the capacity we all have to work for the good of society.
The experience was tremendously empowering as it gave me
the perspective and self confidence to attempt to seize the
future and the ambition to attempt to change the world to
the degree I can. With two other Columbia students and a
group of Estonian doctors I organized an attempt to finance
the first private hospital in Estonia which indirectly contributed
to the first Estonian laws on health care privatization and
reform. Since my return I have with another Columbia student
organized a mission to travel to the N. camp in southern
Hungary to distribute clothing and medical supplies to the
Bosnian refugees. My role has been in the obtaining of funds
and in acting as an intermediary between our group of 10
Columbia University students, two of whom spent this past
summer working in the camp, and Hungarian officials here
and in Hungary.
I became
an adult during my first summer in Hungary. The same changes
that have allowed my grandfather to hold onto his land allowed
me to first test in Estonia the wings I had developed years
earlier. I hope to use those wings make an impact on medical
science. Genetics and biochemistry represent the future of
medicine and the area in which someone with ambition, a desire
to work for the public good, and the necessary technical
background could make the most significant contribution.
Motivation, independence, maturity, precisely those qualities
my experiences in Eastern Europe instilled, will be essential
to a fruitful career. I can imagine none potentially more
fulfilling, nor a more worthy aim for my life's work, than
connecting the worlds of medical science and international
public health.
Sample
Essay Two
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Survivor
of Anorexia; Emergency Medical Technician Training; Clinic
Experience; Medical Volunteer in Honduras; HIV Test Counselor
I decided
that I wanted to be a doctor sometime after my four month
incarceration in Columbia Presbyterian Children's Hospital
in the winter of 1986-87, as I struggled with anorexia nervosa.
Through the maturation process that marked my recovery, I
slowly came to realize that my pediatrician had saved my
life-despite my valiant efforts to the contrary. Out of our
individual stubborn wills was born a kind of mutual respect,
and he is one of the people who make up my small collection
of heroes.
I admire
doctors who understand both what is said and what is held
back, who move comfortably around the world of the body,
and who treat all patients with respect. I am lucky because
a few of them have become my impromptu teachers, taking a
little extra time to instruct me in anatomy, disease or courtesy.
During my Emergency Medical Technician training, one of the
emergency room doctors took me to radiology to point out
the shadow of a fracture in a CT-scan and trusted me to hold
a little girl's lip while he inserted sutures. The physicians
in the Hospital 12 de Octubre in Madrid, Spain taught me
to hear lung sounds and to feel an enlarged liver and spleen.
They explained the social and medical difficulties associated
with the management of pediatric AIDS until I understood
the Spanish well enough to begin asking questions; then they
answered them.
I work
now in the Mayfield Community Clinic, which provides primary
care to members of the Spanish-speaking community near Stanford
University. My job as a patient advocate involves taking
histories, performing simple procedures and providing family
planning and HIV counseling. I try to use the knowledge I
have gained from class and practice to formulate the right
set of questions to ask each patient, but I am constantly
reminded of how much I have to learn. I look at a baby and
notice its cute, pudgy toes. Dr. V. plays with it while conversing
with its mother, and in less than a minute has noted its
responsiveness, strength, and attachment to its parent, and
checked its reflexes, color and hydration. Gingerly, I search
for the tympanic membrane in the ears of a cooperative child
and touch an infant's warm, soft belly, willing my hands
to have a measure of Dr. V.'s competence.
I first
felt the need to be competent regarding the human body when
I volunteered with the Amigos de Las Americas program in
the town of T. in Lempira, Honduras. The hospital available
to the people of T. (at a day's ride in the bed of a truck)
was "where one went to die," so my partner and
I, with our basic first aid certifications and our $15 Johnson & Johnson
kits, quickly became makeshift "doctors". The responsibility
initially created a heady feeling; a distressed mother called
on us to bandage the toe her eight-year-old son had accidentally
sliced to the bone with his machete. I told him the story
of Beauty and the Beast in broken Spanish while my partner
and I soaked the dirt from his toe, and during the following
week we watched him heal.
Then our
foster-mother, who normally tended to the sick, told my partner
and me to "check on the foot" of D. The gentle-eyed,
sixty-five year old man lay on his bed, his leg encased in
bloody bandages from mid-calf to toe. After performing surgery,
the hospital had given him a bottle of injectable antibiotics
and some clean needles and sent him home without bandages
or further instructions. My partner and I had not been trained
to handle so serious a situation. We did not know what had
happened; we did not know what the antibiotics were (or if
they were actually antibiotics); we did not know if handling
D.'s blood put us at risk for disease. We wanted to leave,
but leaving the house meant leaving D. and betraying our
foster-mother's trust. So we injected the antibiotics and
cleaned and bandaged the wound every day for our remaining
two weeks in Honduras although we felt ill-equipped for the
responsibility, crippled by our ignorance and lack of supplies.
In T.,
I did not feel qualified to receive the trust the townspeople
gave so willingly. As an HIV-antibody test counselor in California,
I struggle everyday to win my clients' confidence. Somehow
a twenty-one-year-old, Caucasian female must be sincere,
knowledgeable and open enough to earn the respect of a fifty-five-year-old
man who could be her father, a high school sophomore, an
ex-drug addict, and a pregnant Latina woman. My clients are
black, white, straight, gay, Ph.D. candidates and illiterate;
some choose to come to me while others have court-orders.
Yet to communicate effectively, each client must have enough
confidence in me to engage in dialogue about his drug or
sex life and to believe what I tell him, whether or not he
chooses to act on our discussion.
Speaking
with patients, doctors and community members has opened my
eyes to some of the difficulties involved with healthcare
provision, and I hope I have given some inspiration or comfort
in exchange for the knowledge I have received. I want these
lessons in openness and compassion to shape my understanding
of medicine and allow me to become the type of doctor I admire.
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