Mock Interview

Today was mock interview day! I knew it was just a mock interview, but they were writing a letter of recommendation for me based on my performance, so I was still nervous. I got there early and chatted with the secretary while the panel convened and reviewed my file. My nerves slowly cooled their jets as I walked into the conference room, realizing that these were just people who wanted to groom me for a good interview, and that I looked fabulous:

I felt pretty good about most of the questions and most of my answers, but I definitely could have done some better preparation. So after an hour of questions and answers being fired back and forth, they asked me to step out of the room as they discussed my performance. A little nervous, I stepped out of the conference room and went back to chatting with the secretary (thank you, oh thank you dear, kind secretaries for allowing me to chat away my anxiety) until all of the interviewers but the two pre-med advisors left. I went back into the room and girded my well-dressed loins for some intense feedback.

"In the eight years that I have been doing this for all of our pre-meds, you are in the top two of everyone we have interviewed."

WHA!?!?! Did I misunderstand your German-ish accent? Did he say top two ever interviewed? YES that is what he just said! All of that fretting, not for naught, but for being one of the best EVER! I am happy? Excited? Jubilantly flabbergasted? The repeated capital letters would suggest yes.

To top off a joyous moment, when I finished the interview, it looked like a blizzard outside. Like God was weeping soft, frozen flakes of fluffy pride for my sole pleasure. Not one person I spoke to expressed anything remotely related to my own glee at the white glory building up on the ground. Some people just don't see the beauty in the most beautiful season of the year! Winter! It's the best season of them all, just stop your whining already and go make a snow angel! If I had the time this weekend, I would be skiing until class on Monday morning. But homework and the Free Clinic are beckoning...

By the way, the poor quality of the picture is because I took it with my iSight camera from a few too many feet away. You see, when I held out the camera to my husband, explaining that I needed a picture of me in my outfit for my grandma and for my blog, he looked at me like I had just asked him to eat the gum off the bottom of my shoe. So I said "UUUGGHHLLLLFFFDDDwhateveri'lldoitmyself." There weren't any batteries in the camera anyway, so I used my computer.