Nervousness. My body didn’t give it away, my voice was clear and firm, my fake laugh impervious to doubt. My eyes held the glance of the interviewer with fierce attention and slight playfulness. The only thing that gave away the fear inside me was a barely perceptible tremor in my knees. So much rested on this day – yet in my mind, at that moment, somehow that didn’t matter. I was merely playing a role – I was being who they wanted me to be – charming, affable, witty and sensitive; a perfect balance of cautious and confident. A parody of myself that would lead to acceptance into one of the most competitive fields in Canada: Medicine.
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