So my personal statement and gleaming references seemed to do the trick and I managed to get through to interview. But there are only 10 places up for grabs and goodness only knows how many people applying, especially as it seems like a very good deal. My boyfriend even met someone at work whose wife had applied and got through to interview too – she was a Band 7 ITU specialist nurse with about a million years experience. How was I gonna compete with that! My anxiety at this point, was through the roof and I felt sure I wasn’t going to get in. Time for some serious homework.
The university kindly sent me some information about the day. It would take the form of a Multiple Mini Interview (MMI). What the hell is an Multiple Mini Interview!?
Essentially, so it transpires, the MMI is a series of “stations” where you get asked different interview questions at each one, which is now the preferred interviewing style of most medical, midwifery and nursing courses. For me there were 6 stations. The university had emailed me beforehand to let me know that this would be the case, but I’d never done an MMI before and hated not knowing what to expect. I researched prior to going and the internet said that it was designed to offer a “more fair” approach to interviewing – basically if you mess up on one question you could move onto the next one and forget all about it and start again with new interviewers. And to be fair, this did seem to be the case and I didn’t entirely hate the process (well, apart from 1 part of it).
After a morning of numerousy tests and a 20 minute essay on “what inspired me to become a midwife” (horrible question!), my first station consisted of the interviewer “getting into character”. Oh god really!? I hate role play. Please can we not. She went onto to take on the role of someone whom I had found, who had hurt their arm, but also it transpired had some form of dementia and therefore can’t remember anything, including their name. Enter 5 minutes of chronic awkwardness and me fumbling around trying to think of enough questions to fill the space when the only reply you get is “I can’t remember’”.
A bell rings, and it’s onto the next station, thank god. “Can you describe to me a time when you have worked as part of a team”. Boom, got this one in the bag, thank you British Army. (I would say to really practice these types of questions beforehand. Even thought they’re obvious and you think they won’t come up (you know like the classic leadership and communication questions) because evidently they do).
Next, a question about an article we were asked to read beforehand, about tokophobia. I had never heard of tokophobia before and found it really really interesting. What I also found interesting was the fact that a number of the other candidates hadn’t bothered to read it! Seriously!? This is the one thing you can 100% prepare for and know they’re going to ask you about!! So my advice would be to a) yes obviously read it but to b) read EVERYTHING there is about it. This way you can show the interviewer that you are the sort of person who is prepared to put in the extra work, how much you want to be on the course and that go the extra mile. So anyway, happy with that question, I’d done my reading, managed to name drop a lecturerer from the uni who had been instrumental in conducting research into tokophobia, and frankly, I smashed it.
(If you don’t know what tokophobia is and you’re thinking about becoming a midwife/are a midwife, you really should read about it. I think it will really affect my practice for the better in the future)
Next, oh god. The question went something like this:
“You are a midwife on a labour ward and you have a new student midwife working with you who is very excited about her placement. She takes a selfie of herself in her uniform and uploads it onto social media. What do you do?”
Erm, have a selfie with her? I don’t know! What I should have said of course was along the lines of the Caldicott principles. But in that moment I just started jabbering away about I don’t even know what. I didn’t go well. But, because it was an MMI, oh glorious MMI where have you been all my life, if didn’t matter. The bell rings and off you head to 3 more questions which you are fully 100% smashing it out the park prepared for – breastfeeding in the UK, why you want to be a midwife, a current issue facing midwifery. Hallelujah!
And then just an excruciating waiting game to find out the results. I thought I’d done ok, apart from THAT 1 question and potentially the role play, but you never know how everyone else has done.
But, 1 week later, the best letter I’ve ever received came through the post.