Our OB/GYN shelf scores came back! I saw my raw score and felt surprisingly relieved. … But then I translated it into a percentile.
All I can say is “I did better than the national and local average? I’M A CHAMPION.” feels a hell of a lot better than “... wait, but… gah. How is that still “55th percentile.”?*
And sure, I get that 55th percentile is completely different from 55% – and I truly am happy with my score – but either way, I think it’s funny that I’m still falling victim to a personal Lake Woebegone effect. It just won’t die. There’ll this shockingly irrational part of me that can’t seem to reconcile “trying my absolute hardest” with “less than 90th percentile”.
You’d think my carefully curated collection of perfectly average M1 test scores would have knocked all of the 90th-percentile-ambition out of me by now, but no. False.
Welcome to med school: where superiority complexes go to die.
… and are then summarily resurrected after every test, living forever as intense zombified versions of their former selves.