Think anticipation for Christmas morning as a kid, plus the nervousness of a class presentation, and then multiply it by about 10,000. That’s how it has felt waiting for NAVLE scores. For the Class of 2020, the fall testing period ended on December 18th. We’re told that the results should come out approximately one month following the end of the exam window, so that put us at January 18th. Which was a Saturday. So, would they tell us early, on Friday the 17th? Or wait all the way until Tuesday the 21st (since Monday was Martin Luther King, Jr. Day)? Or later?
The anticipation and anxiety in my class was palpable, and by mid-afternoon on the 17th, someone’s intrigue could not handle it any longer, and they called the ICVA to find out when the scores would be released. All we got was, ‘sometime next week’. Then there was a rumor that they only release scores at the end of the week. We were all speculating, calculating time zones, coming up with theories, spreading rumors and collectively, freaking out.
The 21st came and went with a lot of email-refreshing through grimaced faces, but to no avail. We began to wonder if the scores were being held until the end of the week. Or, what if EVERYONE failed and they had to change the curve because we’d all done so terribly? That sounded entirely plausible, right?
Midday on the 22nd, someone hopped into our class group chat and casually mentioned that the scores were up. This was *immediately* followed by frantic email-checking, demanding to know how they found their scores, where to go, what URL to stalk, what email had the link…the ‘official’ email had not yet even been sent, but someone in our class had noticed/stalked the ICVA website until the scores went up.
After much panicked searching, I arrived at the ICVA page that contained my future and clicking on a PDF was all that was in between me and my score. Being highly impatient, I could not wait to get home before looking at my report, and my blockmates were already celebrating their successes.
I winced, clicked the PDF, glimpsed the bolded “PASS” and quickly closed it again. I still have barely looked at the rest of the report because in all honesty, it doesn’t really matter. It felt, and still feels, surreal to know that I will be allowed to become a doctor at the end of this school year.