The True Feelings Of A Technical Immigrant

My MCAT is less than two weeks away, and needless to say I am stressed. The Medical College Admissions Test, a very simple name, for a very complicated exam.   Why am I stressed over one exam? Why does one 8 hour period of my life weigh so heavily on my mind? Why is it the constant thing on my mind, forefront before everything else? Why have I allowed myself to put everything on hold for this one exam?             Is it because I feel as if my entire future is dependent on this one exam? Yeah, probably. I have convinced myself that this one number will be the defining number of my life. I have decided that one number will be what represents me. A number will define a human being. A score, from one exam, will explain all my complexities. And I refuse to see how wrong that is. I refuse to acknowledge that a number will not define me, my actions, my thoughts, my hard work will, but a number will not.             Yet here I sit, overwhelmed and filled with anxiety all o

To the person who hates me,              You’ll never read my words because you’ll see my name and decide this not worth your time. Or you’ve read the title and realized that this goes against your beliefs. You’ve decided that this isn’t worth your time, and I get that because I do that all the time. I won’t read things that go against what I believe in, but I promise I’m not trying to challenge your beliefs. I just want to talk, so please hear me out.   You’ve already decided that you hate me. Why? I may never know because I will never know you. You hate me because when I wake up I wake up in the name of God, the most Merciful, the most Kind. You hate my because when my life is rough, and I’m at a breaking point, I bow my head and I prostrate to the Lord who eases all pain. You hate me because for thirty days a year I stop eating during the day, to remind myself of my creator. You’ll never know me because you don’t listen to me. You listen to the man yelling on