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5.03.2006

another waiting game has started.

interviews for med school was kinda exciting, to say the least. as usual, i dressed up most unusually for such a formal interview: white shirt, jeans, my white adidas shoes and a bright royal blue tie. and throughout both interviews i had a dequalinium chloride lozenge in my mouth.

INTERVIEW ONE was the ubiquitous school staff interview made up of 3 profs: (from left to right) an old, grimy guy with a blackberry phone and a pda who paid closer attention to his gizmos than to me, a normal middle-aged person who reminds of a senior consultant in any sappy channel 8 drama who probably just informed you that you have breast cancer, and last was a nice lady who spoke with a slight australian(?) accent.

me: good morning.
middleguy: hmmm it's afternoon already. good afternoon.
me: oops, sorry. good afternoon.
middleguy: are you nervous?
me: well, yeah. sort of.

and then he began the session by asking about my experience as a medic. the moment i breezed through the part about my triage duties he started questioning on triage principles, on whether i thought it is truly essential to triage patients according to the severity of their condition, or by whether they would be able to continue with their life (ie. battle situations, chronic diseases, etc) and in a roundabout manner started relating prioritising patients for consultation with me prioritising taking medicine as a career, which then boils down to the perennial evergreen quesion, "why do you want to study medicine?".

nicelady on the right soon begins asking what i would prefer to specialise in (after my extended dialogue with the middleguy about how i was inspired blah blah blah...), and i replied psychiatry, oncology, and infectious diseases. she asked very forgettable questions that were a breeze to answer, due to my diligent preparations months ago.

THEN the sortofbald-sortofgrimy-sortofold man started bombarding me with factual questions regarding chemotherapy, diabetes, AIDs, etc. which i struggled to answer and smiled through like an idiot.

INTERVIEW TWO was with a final year student and a doctor from TTSH (i suspect) who were incredibly calm and quiet, definitely not as scary as i would expect from evil year 5 students who would want to scare the shit out of you before you succumb to the pledge that you would never venture into Yong Loo Lin School of Medicine ever again.

question one was killer: Why Do You Want To Do Medicine?

after the long, tedious, obviously regurgitated answer which followed, questions regarding nurses v. doctors, the long hectic schedules, and protection from infectious diseases started appearing. nothing too difficult or memorable was said from anyone during this session.

all in all, it was pretty okay.

but by experience, any interview that goes pretty okay is usually one that would be the most difficult to pass. i just pray the rejection letter comes quick, IF it ever plans to arrive.

[tag: damian]

18:31 / and blackened tears fell with mine //

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...: hey this is probably a little late but glad tt it sounded like it went ok haha. all the best, keep us updated! :); 5:44 AM