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I had my first interview last week. Needless to say, I absolutely loved it. I loved the facility. I loved the city. I loved the charm. I loved the people. I loved the atmosphere. But did they love me? I walked out of my interview feeling very confident and like I had just talked to people I have worked with for years. There was one point where I almost thought I did work there because of how relaxed and at ease I was with every single person that I met! Their current residents were so sweet and kind, and I honestly could see myself becoming really great friends with them. The residency coordinator was so much fun and lighthearted that I couldn't help but smile all the time! It had to be a perfect match, right? RIGHT?
But upon returning to the hotel, I started to think….what if I was too relaxed (if that is even possible)? What if they thought I was a really big goober and started to make fun of me once I left? What if I sucked so bad that they just took pity upon me? I keep replaying every aspect of my interview on loop in my head, analyzing every last detail of the interview and kicking myself when I accidentally started talking at the same time as the person I was interviewing with, when I came up with some lame answer to these really unique interview questions, or the really crappy joke I gave when we were eating lunch. (Note to self: I should probably avoid telling all forms of jokes in the future….)
And then I get to my presentation. My presentation. The presentation that I worked so freaking hard on because I WANT THIS. I want this more than anything. I'm passionate and hardworking, two things I think make up for the fact that I don't have much inpatient experience. I highlighted my strengths, I thought about every detail. I impressed, had heads nodding, a few "exactly!"s and "yes!"s. This part of my interview…this part right here….makes me feel like less of a goober and more like the practitioner I hope they could see I am.
So I wanted to start a residency post-interview freakout thread so everyone going through this process knows they aren't alone. The wait until match day is going to be a long, stressful one, and from what I understand, you will analyze everything just as I have a million times in the last few days. Feel free to share your post-interview freak outs too. It's nice to get things off your chest.
But upon returning to the hotel, I started to think….what if I was too relaxed (if that is even possible)? What if they thought I was a really big goober and started to make fun of me once I left? What if I sucked so bad that they just took pity upon me? I keep replaying every aspect of my interview on loop in my head, analyzing every last detail of the interview and kicking myself when I accidentally started talking at the same time as the person I was interviewing with, when I came up with some lame answer to these really unique interview questions, or the really crappy joke I gave when we were eating lunch. (Note to self: I should probably avoid telling all forms of jokes in the future….)
And then I get to my presentation. My presentation. The presentation that I worked so freaking hard on because I WANT THIS. I want this more than anything. I'm passionate and hardworking, two things I think make up for the fact that I don't have much inpatient experience. I highlighted my strengths, I thought about every detail. I impressed, had heads nodding, a few "exactly!"s and "yes!"s. This part of my interview…this part right here….makes me feel like less of a goober and more like the practitioner I hope they could see I am.
So I wanted to start a residency post-interview freakout thread so everyone going through this process knows they aren't alone. The wait until match day is going to be a long, stressful one, and from what I understand, you will analyze everything just as I have a million times in the last few days. Feel free to share your post-interview freak outs too. It's nice to get things off your chest.
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