Muhunthan Thillai susses out doctors to be
It was that time of year again. Would-be doctors turn up to be grilled. Usually by four chefs at a time. And all because they want to go to medical school. I went through the process four years ago. This time however I'd be playing for the opposition.
The only thing I remember about the clinical student on the panel at my interview at St Mary's in London was that she didn't say anything. She just sat there and stared at me. I remember wondering whether it was because she couldn't think of anything to say or whether it was because she'd had some sort of accident. I decided that I'd be more interactive if I ever got the chance to fill her shoes.
I spent the whole morning thinking of questions to ask. I dismissed “Why do you want to be a doctor?” as too ambiguous. “Tell me about