The psych interview went really well, mostly because of everybody who clued me into the format I was supposed to be following. You are all ridiculously awesome.
I had written the general structure in my notebook, figuring I could sneak looks as needed – but for the most part everything unfolded pretty naturally. (At least, as “naturally” as can be expected when you’re pretending to have the authority to interview a total stranger about their darkest moments while 10 other med students watch.)
So interviewing was really nerve-wracking, but– and this is going to sound very overly-dramatic and “Oh! My days in the theat-re!”– I think that having a background in drama was also a huge help. Not in a corny “becoming a character” way or anything – just, if I’m waiting for somebody to walk into the room, and everyone’s watching me, and I don’t know who this person is or what we’re going to talk about? Well, that’s tough, but it’s also improv.
Because improv is familiar, I knew how to hide my nervousness. And I think that was the other reason the resident said she was impressed. (Amazing, that all of those overly-serious summer camps would actually come in handy even after I withdrew from 3rd-Tier Conservatory’s BFA program. Who says quitters never win?)
I wonder, though, just how much harder it would be to interview a patient who not only didn’t volunteer to talk to me, but didn’t even like me or want to be there. I mean, not that today’s patient was 100% warm fuzzy feelings or anything*, but, he volunteered and I didn’t make him uncomfortable. That can’t be representative.
Still, after 6 months of being unrelentingly average, I could really use the self-esteem boost. So I’m choosing to selectively ignore all of the above, and just believe that the resident said she was impressed because I would be good at psych. It makes me happy to think that I might be good at something again, instead of just “good enough”. Hell yes, psychiatry.