Interviews

We helped out with the interviews for the next lot of potential medical students. The interviews are done over 3 days, and today was the first. When I was walking down to the Med building, I was re-living all the nerves I felt on my interview day; which was just over a year ago. I came to the interviews on my own, and in my own typical fashion, managed to get ridiculously lost. I asked repeatedly for people to show me to the school of medicine, but everytime I was directed back to the on-campus doctors surgery.

I made it to the building just in time though, I was so stressed out from the journey I ended up having no time for nerves waiting to go in. The interviews are done in a speed-dating kind of way, with 3 rooms and a different interviewer in each. My first interview went really well, but my second, the interviewer me RIPPED ME APART! It was so dreadful. I've later learnt that she is a course director and is yet to crack a smile, or show any other emotion other than contempt. By the time I got to the last booth I'd given up all hope on ever making it as a doctor.

Alas, a year later I'm on the other side of the table, helping out with the interviews for the next bunch. Some of the people we saw were completely arrogant and will never make it with their head so far up their own a***. Others were just radiating nervousness. No-one broke down in tears today, which I was expecting (as at least 2 people cried during my interview a year previous). Oh well, maybe we'll get a cryer next week. Heres to hoping!