So today I had my interview for a clinical psychology masters program that I am trying to get into for the Fall. I haven't talked about it much, but now that the application process and interview is over, it is what it is and I feel like I can talk about it without making myself more nervous.
First off, I was afraid that I would be the oldest one there (it was a group interview plus individual interview). In fact, that fear was totally unfounded because there were ALL different ages, and a really diverse group of people wanting to do the program. Some straight out of college, some older who had other masters in other areas that would pair well with the clinical psychology. I went into the day feeling particularly self conscious about being "older", especially since Ava was being a mean teen the other night and told me I was old and wrinkled. Just plain mean right? I have a friend who later texted me that night complaining about her teen daughter and how they had fought and her daughter called her the "B" word, and how angry my friend was. I told her what Ava said and how I might have actually preferred the 'B" word because now I was just feeling self conscious and NOT ready for my interview. See, if I was already a psychologist maybe I wouldn't be so bothered by what my super rude teen said, but alas, I'm still a hot mess and my vanity is bruised.
Anyway, I will start by saying that I wore classic black trousers, white button down shirt (thanks Anni Kuan), and a black Margaret O'Leary cardigan. I cut the boring outfit up a bit with my very cool python heels, but overall I was classic and understated. I was trying not to be "too" dressed, but still professional. People were largely under dressed (or poorly dressed) or both. Super nice group of people, but it was a reminder that if you dress well, you almost always stand out because so many people do not.
The interview consisted of all kinds of things including a small group analysis of a movie we watched before we arrived, 30 minutes of of essay writing, a role play exercise and an exercise where you discussed a personal object that meant something to you in front of a group (the whole process was 3 hours).
The role play exercise was seriously fun. You and a random partner sat in front of a professor, one person was the client, one person was the therapist. There were different scenarios, and you chose one and then role played for 5 minutes. The easiest one for me was being the client who was a mother with an 18 year old daughter who was super headstrong who fell in love and was getting married despite the mother trying to convince her otherwise. It was FUN, I should have done more theater in college. Then I got to be the therapist to a teen who was too embarrassed to get an educational evaluation for her learning disability. Again, pretty fun stuff. Maybe I should have just been an actress that PLAYED a therapist?
Anyway, the rest of the interview went fine, including the individual portion with a professor who started by asking the obvious question, "why do you want to be a therapist." Uhhhmmmmm??? Can the answer be that I have a lot of my own emotional problems so I can relate to other people and maybe can learn to help them (and/or myself)?? I didn't quite say that, don't worry.
I'm excited it's done. It's been a long day that also included a hot yoga class and a visit to my OB who basically told me that what I thought were "hot flashes" were in fact NOT hot flashes and more a situational issue (i.e., my bedroom was just too hot). I wanted the 411 on bio-identical and other pre-menopause assistance. She basically told me to slow my roll, my test results said I'm not there yet, the test results show all normal hormones. What she didn't quite say (but I know she was thinking it) was that my anxiety about what was going to happen centered around getting older in general and I just needed to learn to embrace it because nothing was going to stop the clock). It's like she knew that my night stand was filled with anti-aging books and life extending reads.
Wednesday's mystery flash sale on Velvet day....because it's fun, and Wednesday deserves to be a little fun right? code: mystery
Signed, ME {LV}
