Interview Interlude or Lewd View?

So, finally I have finished my last interview. Thanks to my schools super-liberal elective time, I have had the luxury of making my interview trips as painless and enjoyable as possible.

Instead of crisscrossing this nation at breakneck speed, like a number of my compatriots (especially those poor misguided surgery applicants), I've somehow managed to visit long-lost friends and family, eat at amazing restaurants, and of course get a more in depth view of the precious seats of these great cities.

So where have I been? In chronological order:

1. Baltimore
   
2. Atlanta
3. Houston
4. Boston
5. Providence
6. San Diego
7. New Haven

Furthermore, there have been some interesting moments in the interview trail. Here are some (unidentified) highlights:

1. "Have you ever been in love, Cecil?" (startlingly unexpected)
   
2. "When I met the Dalai Lama..." (quasi-difficult name-dropper)
   
3. "Yeah, we've had a lot of difficulty recruiting African-Americans" (very first comment)
4. "Oh, this is my therapeutic pet Pug, Bubba" (add supremely relaxed small black pug sitting in leather chair opposite interviewer)
5. "Yeah, I left your application packet upstairs...anyway, let's get started." (Gee, thanks)

In any case, it could be much much worse. That being said, its still psychiatry and there is a bit of uncomfortable probing. Think subtle application-related "Tell me about zhyour mohzher ." So, with a little modest expectation, interviewing is quite pleasurable.

In anycase, currently in New Haven and will be departing for New York very shortly. I'll be sure to update soon for the four of you who read this. The Match List commeth.