My first interview was September 14th, 2009 with Touro college, NY. I had one at 8:00am with the Long Island campus, and one at 1:00pm with the Manhattan campus. I remember it like yesterday. It was chilly in NY and not only were the VMA's going on but it was also fashion week. My father was in NY with me so I had the support I needed. The previous day I had a front row seat watching Jersey Boys on Broadway. It kept my mind off the interview.

I was sick to my stomach the morning of. The nerves were getting to me and I knew it. I didn't know if I would make the hour and half drive to long island without getting sick. My father tried to calm me down but it wasn't helping. As soon as we got there I ran to the bathroom and tried to calm myself down.

I was dressed in my navy blue skirt suit that I had fallen in love with 3 weeks prior in the Dillard's dressing room. My hair was slicked back in a pony tail, and I felt the cold pearls around my neck--the same pearls I walked with at undergrad graduation.

I took a breath and walked out of the bathroom and up the two flights of stairs to the main office of where I would be interviewing. I saw books everywhere, desks were scattered in the middle of the room and it looked like an absolute mess! "Sorry for the mess" I hear, "We are re-painting the walls." A sigh of relief, thank goodness this is not how it normally is. I was told to take a seat. I make sure to sit properly with correct posture and feet together. I wait another 15 minutes..while the ADCOMs review my application.

I go over the questions in my head while I wait. I didn't feel unprepared--I knew certain questions they would ask me. I had prepared myself for that. I was lucky to have some PA's as friends but I was also engrossed with Rodican's book of "Getting into The PA School of Your Choice." I also did a mock interview with my friends and family. I think this really helped me.

I heard my name called and I walk into a small room..a room meant to be the office break room. I was somewhat confused, but took my seat anyways and brushed the crumbs off the table. I sat at the head of the table while the two women sit on each side.

I felt confident in my answers. Elaborate enough, but short and sweet.

The last part was an essay, which I felt pretty confident about. Touro uses scenario types of situations for the essay so that was easy for me. I turn my essay in, shake their hands, and out I go to meet my father.

Relief hits me until I realize I have another interview at 1:00pm with the Manhattan campus. We race back to the city, just in time to grab some lunch and then head to the next campus. This campus is totally different, only a building with a old wooden desk that a security guard sits at. He checks my ID and tells me to proceed to the elevator. The elevator was old, green, and I was pretty sure I was going to die inside of it. It would shake and rumble and I figured if it was my time to go-- well then so be it.

I got lost inside the building. There were multiple hallways, and it didn't seem like any of the students I passed would lend a helping hand. I finally found where I needed to be and was told to wait in a hallway. I waited for almost 45 minutes. This made me nervous because I had a flight to catch to come back to Tampa. Tick tick tick.

Finally interview time comes. These ladies were a little more intimidating and would often try to catch me off guard to see how I dealt being under pressure. I didn't exactly realize this in the interview though and figured they just didn't really like me. Nevertheless, I was as confident as I could be even though I wanted to cry inside. Questions were racing through my head at 100 miles per hour. Did I answer that ok? What are they even trying to ask? Do I look ok? I hope I have nothing in my teeth?

Two weeks later..acceptances to both.