For shame, Bilbo Baggins:
To keep on topic- this wasn't an interview, but a tour. I was scoping out the medical school that my UG just built on my own one day (it is osteo, too) out of curiosity, and I went to the front desk to sign back out, when she had told me that she was organizing a tour for a girl who said she wanted to apply this cycle and her mother and I was invited to come along.
So, we waited a while and this high school kid shows up- tells all of us that she's in high school in Pennsylvania so there's no DO schools that she could apply to (
) and she was openly talking about how she wasn't sure how she would handle the anatomy lab, so she was telling her mother loudly that she needed Vicks VaporRub. In 15 minutes, I was already absolutely dumbfounded, which was preferable to the response I wanted to make to her about the whole ordeal. We walk some halls and we get to the anatomy lab.
This girl was rubbing her nose with that VaporRub like a crack-head after a few lines, her mother is just trudging along behind her dutifully, almost like an assistance animal. We open the doors and all of the tables have a nondescript black body bag on top of them. It smelled only faintly of formaldehyde; they had a very nice ventilation system in the building itself.
I had made the mistake of trying to establish rapport with this girl;
Me: I thought I'd handle this considerably worse; you know, being in a room with preserved bodies.
Her: WAIT, THOSE BAGS ARE
DEAD PEOPLE?!
Guide: Well, yes, there's 28 of them and our students only have to share with one or two other people-
She then runs briskly down the halls, finds the nearest restroom, and starts retching. The guide and I looked rather askance, exchanged looks of mutual bewilderment, and her mother is exclaiming "Poor dear!" as she dutifully power-walks after her.
That was my first experience touring a medical school, and I truly wonder if I'll have a story to beat it when I apply next year.
