The Interview is Over And So is My Life

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Its over… and with it my life. The pressure riding on this interview finally caught up with me in the interview room. It was a small square room with three white walls and the back wall was filled with windows letting a single ray of sun light shine through from the cloudy English sky. Instead of impressing my interview team I think I made the biggest fool of myself that I ever have. The questions were really hard, the interview team was stiff and with my stresses and nerves on top of that… it was a big flop! Yuck. That didn’t go well at all. I had three interviews sort of say. The chair a male doctor who was incredibly tall even me at 1.78 felt short. He was not that talkative and when I first shook his hand I could tell he was going to be harsh. Then I meet the other two: a short petite women and a little old man who reminded me of a grandfather. He was adorable. Hihi When I shook his hand he made a little wow/ouch/good hand shake type gesture. At least i had someone interested in me... i think. Haha I hope I didn’t cross his hand in my nerves. In there I sat in front of them and each took turns asking me question from Why I wanted to be a doctor to what I think about the government keeping information on kids until they were 18. For everyone answer they seem to think less of me asking; “so”, “and”, “that’s not what I asked”. They were harsh and my attempts to lighten the atmosphere did not help at all. I guess hot coco only works at Sheffield, even if I did add candy this time around. Yuck. With Sheffield I felt that although I could have used fancy words and longer answers I somehow connected with the interviewers. That click that I talk about so much. They laughed at my non intentionally jokes and seemed to accept my answers because somehow I was showing them me. Here there was nothing. What I said for the most part wasn’t special or didn’t stand out. It didn’t leave on sort of impression on their face features which remind in a uninterested sort of look through out my interview. I had prefect answers in my head, things I said to Nathalie the night before. But it came out sounding wrong, bitter and perhaps also boring. I messed up, like I always do nowadays. Great. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! They asked me why I wanted to be a doctor and instead of using this question to my advantage I think it turned against me. Now I have to wait three weeks to find out where I stand.

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I walked around campus for a bit after the interview before I decided to head back to the train station at Stoke on Trent. I was a little surprised that they had not organized some sort of tour like other medical schools. I guess they are too busy. So I decided to walk around by myself. The campus is lovely. It is a country campus meaning that it is not intercooperated in the city like the University of Sheffield, but I like that it was on its own. Independent in a way. Everything is within close distance of each other, its green everywhere and the buildings look much like an old English castle instead of a modern university. It was like looking at an old English painting and it had that special glow about it. And I’ll never get to see this again. How could I mess this up? I feel tears rolling down my cheek as I sit at the busstop and wait. I’m thankful I’m alone. The first comment I will hear when I come back home is you probably think it went worse then it did. Just look at what happened with Sheffield. This time it went exactly the way I say it did “Crap!”.

I cannot wait to see Nathalie soon. I’m on the train now heading back to London. Her face is the only thing keeping me from not breaking apart at this minute. She’s my best friend and I’ve missed her all day. She will take one look at my face and understand. We will go to Starbucks and have a venti frappuccino. Then to Mc Donald’s – El nacho burger. Yum. Hahaha yes our love is based totally on everything bad and unhealthy. And I love her more for it. We both hate our bodies but would never give up junk food for anything in this world. If we count all the times we have been together it’s surprisingly not that much and although she is older than me she understand me completely. Sometimes I wonder if we are not twins. I’ll miss her so much when I have to leave her tomorrow. I’ll probably going to cry. I’m one of those emotional cries – another fact I hate. I’m more readable than a book. Ill just miss her so much. She is the greatest friend a girl can have. We can sit hours upon hours/ hours on end discussing everything about our life’s and still run out of time. We forget things and people around us and sometimes skip over bathroom breaks so we can talk. A thing which is not very practical. Haha believe me when a say this there was almost an accident last night.

We were friends even then. Haha Why do i look like a boy and worse why am i wearing PINK!

We had been talking nonstop since I came and when there was a tiny pause for air we both noticed how we needed to go to the loo. No!! We could hardly make it out of the room and the more we realized how much we needed to go the more we laughed. We ended up crawling on the floor laughing so hard that my cheeks were in pain holding our stomachs so we wouldn’t pee ourselves. Haha but boy ooh boy did we have fun. Hilarious. I wish we were in each other arms now. Nathalie you don’t know what you just did for me… yet. But you always make me happy. I haven’t felt happy for a while and I’m so happy when I am with you. Thank you for being the best friend a girl can ever have. I ♥ You - now and always!

Ok I hit a new level of insanity. I’m sitting here with a smile on my face. People must think I’m insane. First close to tears now laughing quietly. Hihihi
The power of true friendship.

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