Yesterday the medical faculty organized an interview for the pre-medical cadets that passed their pointers. But the information reached us was like the night before the happening day. Everything seems to be like nomrla to me that morning, but when the group was devided into 3, I was in the 1st group. Which one of the panel is the deputy dean. Well, my group was the toughest I can say. *Note: Deputy Dean is a psychologist*. When my turn came up, I went in and sat down, I got a severe brainfreeze situation, when she thre me the question, "why do you choose this profession?" then I answered her "I'm interested, I want to explore more, Help people and bla bla bla those kinda bullshits." Surprisingly, she gave me a astonishing answer, "You DIDN'T ANSWER my question". I was like WHAT?! Then the conversation continue. Throughout the whole interview I was bad. Badly influenced and HYPER-NERVOUS. Damn, I'm screwed now. How I wish I can write a letter,
Dear GOD,
I need you help badly.
Yours Sincerely, BRYAN
Stay firm, be strong, think positive, be optimist.
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