Hair pulled back, the french manicure removed, an off-white turtle neck covered by a gray blazer, black pin-stripped formal pants and my all time favorite, the red anne klein pointy-toed (as I like to call them) shoes....all in the attempt to make a nervous, twenty-one year old, with a master's degree mind you, going for her first medical school interview, to look undoubtedly confident and prepared. and that's what they want. they want you to look invinceable like tom but feel like jerry who's always scurrying around looking for a small hole to hide in. the two DO doctors, the medical administrator, and the 1st year intern. all trying their level best to pivot this practiced and perfected balance by all possible means. MPH, ethics, health care, botswana, MCAT, DO/MD, Orgo twice? , stress management, Lion's club, obama, MPH? and now artciulately putting all these disconnected words systematically and intelligentally enough so the four men sitting across from me can pick me over the other only 50 candidates they're going to subject to this torture for the next 5 weeks.
You know I don't quite understand this whole process of interviewing. I mean wouldn't you rather go on a casual lunch, or coffee meeting, see how the person interacts in a more 'normal' setting...how they communicate with their environment. As opposed to making them sit in a small cubicle and picking them apart piece by piece until they don't fall through. Everyone's going to be at their best behavior then and may say they cope with stress exceptionally...but put um a room with a 65 year old old, stubborn female and a 20 year old overly enthusiastic student intern and then see how their exceptionalism flies.
Sheesh! I'm starting to feel like this is much more stressful than the actually medical education. Either way..wish me luck so they do PICK ME! :D
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