Okay, I don't know what was going on .... well, actually, I do, the stress of WI making acceptances was getting to me. Anyhow, I had this very odd dream last night about vet school admissions.
The first thing I remember (from the dream) is that I was walking into a room after they had called my name, and I sat down with three other people (interviewees) and we had three interviewers. I knew somehow that I was at UConn's SVM (I know it doesn't exist, first clue I was having a dream). The interviewers were two relatively normal people (actually kinda looked like my interviewers from MN) and the last one was a Polish Roman Catholic Bishop or something (I'm not catholic, so I didn't recognize the actual ... office robes, just knew he was catholic). Anyhow, the interview opens with us sitting and chatting, and then the woman interviewer asks if we can get her a DVD for some reason ... but there aren't any, so I suggest to go to a movie rental store. Somehow I know that this was a problem solving test (I wish in real life!!) and I was the only one to get it. From there, the interview progresses, lots of questions about experiences and such, and at the end, I notice the bishop is reading from a bible that is in polish but looks like its russian. I first exclaim, "hey, I'm polish, that's really cool" and then mention that I know a little russian (which I do, in real life). So we sit and read a bit. There was a question after that about a goldfish I think, and then we left (we = my mom and I, and I distinctly remember lots of horses in fields next to the road).
So later that night, I get a call, but don't know who it is. The man reminds me that he was the quieter, non-bishop interviewer, and asks me some question about whether or not i've taken a particular class. I say that I have, and he goes, "That's good, because you got all ones on the questions, and we'd like to offer you admission to the school!". I thank him while bawling (apparently this had been my first choice). Then I wake up. Unfortunately.
So ... obviously stressing about "grading" in interviews and all the other related things. It was just so funny, because parts were taken from several different school's interview process.
Yeah. Now I can't even just deal with vet school admissions during the day, but at night too. At least I was accepted, I suppose. Oddly enough, I was a lot calmer today -- maybe dreaming it will make it reality? 🙂