So I’m applying for pharmacy school next fall, and in order to do that, you need to take the PCAT (Pharmacy College Admission Test).
The PCAT is an absolute bear of a test that measures your knowledge of math, vocab, reading comprehension, biology, and chemistry. It’s taken over a period of ~6 hours.
Your score can be a major factor in whether or not you’re admitted to the school of your choice. If your composite score falls below your school’s accepted range, that is a huge mark against you. If, on the other hand, you get scores that are considered good, it’s a big plus. In other words, it’s a hell of an important test.
So I checked out a huge honking review book from the library, and read that sucker over and over, for maybe a month before the test. I took practice tests and studied all the answers, but I still didn’t feel ready.
Test day finally rolled around, so I bit the bullet and took the test. It was…not pleasant. The way that the test was set up, you were almost guaranteed to run out of time well before you were finished with any section. I was sure that I had done, if not badly, not as well as I needed to. I prepared myself to take it over again, and held my breath in anticipation for my scores. Finally, after 4 weeks (I’m very gifted in the breath-holding department)…they came.
The school that I’m applying to said that a composite score of 80 or above was ideal, and that the average score of the previous year’s incoming class was 85. In other words, 85 or bust.
My score?
YES!! 
After frigging weeks and weeks of studying and crying and studying and waiting, I DID IT! YEEEEEEEEESSS!
Up till now, I haven’t really felt up to the task of pharmacy school. Sure, I’ve done my best in school, but I didn’t really feel good enough to be among these bright young students. Now I feel that I can make it. I have it in me to be whatever I wish. I can do it.
Yay.
