Inside the Medical School At Keele Waiting for My Interview
01:23
Posted In
Trips Around The World
Edit This
0 Comments
»
2 hours pass quickly as I sit and wait. I’m twisting my fingers, almost yanking them off, and reading through the last notes one more time before giving up. I turn on my walkman. Music makes me calm. You can’t think when it’s beating in your ears. The minutes go on by. 30 minutes left. Soon it will be time. I’m so nervous. 28 minutes left. My “rivals” look very formal and smart. They just came. Are they really that tho? Are they my competition or are they perhaps future friends. I’m too scared to talk. I tried but just started babbling like I always do. Great way to make an impression. I’ll call them my rivals for now this way I can just pretend to listen to music. I don’t feel socialable at the moment. They all are wearing suits. I’m the odd one out. I wore black skinny jeans, the yellow top with the vest. I look like a fashion medic winnable with style. Maybe that’s all I have to offer at this point; style. That’s fantastic here I am at a medical school and all I have to offer is a tiny very tiny bit of style. Do they really care what I wear or that I for once have a good hair day. My hair is clean and flowly today not its normal flatness. I guess that sound make me happy. I have a good hair day on an important day… Great I am sitting inside Keele University’s medical school about to have one of the most important interviews in my life and I’m thinking about fashion. What has Sweden done to me?!?
20 minutes left. It feels like my brain is on hyper mode and it can’t slow down. Relax. I take a deep breath and feel it go to the bottom of my toes. Hihi It feels funny. I look at the other people sitting there. They seem so relax. Reading the paper calmly, talking to their mothers and just chewing gum. Why didn’t I bring gum? 15 minutes left. Sara, Taquisha and Jennifer follow me please says a tall slender lady in a navy-blue skirt. I shoot up from my chair, my heart throbbing in my chest. The others look at us with curious eyes. We are lead up a narrow sliver staircase. It’s new too and shiny. I hope I don’t trip. Watch where you’re going. 2 step, 3 step, 4 step, 5 step. Everyone is looking at us. I have to focus on not tripping. I’m wearing heels and this makes it very hard for me not to trip. I can’t walk on a flat surface without tripping how is this going to go.
Next we meet Becca. She is in her 2nd year here. I make a fool of myself the first 30 seconds. I talk a lot when I’m nervous. 10 minutes left. Becca tells us what’s going to happen. It sounds scary somehow I end up being the only one talking. The others are staring out the window. They don’t seem that nervous. Im terrified. 5 minutes left A Chair will come in and that you away Becca explains. The one person you have to impress and will ask you the hardest questions. He is also the only one that’s read your personal statement. Why haven’t they all read it I think to myself. That would probably take to much time. I just don’t remember what I wrote in it. Silence. All I can hear is the breathing in and out. My breath is fast and shallow the others deep and silent. Suddenly we hear footsteps marching towards our room. We all freeze too afraid to stare in the direction of the noise. “Sara” the girl on my right side stands up and disappears. Can they still hear my heart blaming inside me. 4 minutes. My hands are sweating. Is that even possible? Of course it is I have all the bad genes so why shouldn’t my hands sweat. How am I going to shake the hand of the Chair with a sweaty hand? This is disgusting. 3 minutes. Someone speak! Someone tell me its going to be alright. You can do this. We have faith in you. You are lovely you just have to show them that. Your answers were good last night. I’m trying to prep myself. Haha it’s not working I laugh lightly. 2 minutes. No one has hated me directly before it can’t be that bad. Oopps yea I forgot that has happened before. They just have to like me enough. 1 minute left. Breath in. Breath Out. Breath In. Breath out. I think time has stopped. The clock has frozen at 13:54 and 58 seconds. Soon. Soon. Someone will come in. I look down at the floor. At my feet. They are safe.
The door opens. “Jennifer” . . . I stand up calmly this time. Can’t let them now I’m freaking out just yet. I take my last deep breath of the warm trapped air in the little room. Remember to exhale. “Yes”
Welcome to Your Doom.
0 comments:
Post a Comment