The decompression margaritas are still metabolizing out of my system (Jebus bless a healthy liver). The interviews went well; my MS1 interviewer was also from Georgetown, so we bonded over recollections of the hilltop and some of the professors we shared. That hour went quickly. There was some confusion about my faculty interviewer; I was initially meant to interview with the Dean, but ended up interviewing with another critical care clinician. Ironically, his office was right next door (literally!) to the clinician with whom I've been researching since May. I'm hoping an occasional good word will be shared.
Aside from the usual "Why medicine" questions, we had a protracted discussion about the plasticity of human nature, whether consciousness was epiphenomenal, and other more abstract discussions; I really enjoyed it. He said that he was "favorably inclined" towards me, and that "I can see a place for you...[pause] someone like you here." I'm hoping it was a Freudian slip. We'll see what happens; I'll be sending thank you e-mails tomorrow, and I'll actually see him again (considering I have weekly meetings there). Knock on wood, we'll be able to score another one for the non-trads.