This isn't an interview, but a tour- and a story I shared in pre-DO. I can share it here too, I guess.
So my undergrad has a medical school. I was a bored sophomore, and I had some time to kill, so I drove to the campus to look around for myself.
After a good amount of curiously poking around, I saw the offices of the admissions staff. I walked up to the secretary, commented how nice the building was, and she told me that she was getting another girl that was going to come in for a tour, and I was welcome to join them. I thanked her and waited by her office. We see this rather lanky high school senior girl with sharper features saunter over to us self-assuredly, and her short and stout mother plodded behind her, carrying all of her things. She tells us that she's here because "there isn't a medical school in Pennsylvania" (

) and she wanted to check out a medical school in person.
It was a rather informative tour, and one of the last things on the tour trail was the anatomy lab. At the mention of this, the girl commands her mother to give her some Vick's vapor rub, and starts rubbing it under her nose vigorously. I roll my eyes and look at the guide- who, if I had to guess, felt like I did. The room itself was large, and well-ventilated. The formaldehyde smell was quaint, but still hung in the room.
I then made the mistake of trying to talk with this girl:
Me: You know, I'm handling this better than I thought I would. I mean, being in a room full of cadavers.
Her: THOSE BAGS ARE
DEAD PEOPLE?!
Guide: Well, yes, and there's 28 of them-
This girl is off like a shot, actively retching as she runs to a restroom. Her mother exclaims "Poor dear!" repeatedly, and the guide and I are just so incredulous about the whole thing that we couldn't manage to say words to each other.