Out of my hands....

I had my interview this morning...
I do not know exactly how to feel about it. I began my morning before the sun was even up. I wanted to have plenty of time to get ready and get to my destination so that I could focus on keeping calm and not worry about making it on time. Everything was going great...until about halfway to the university, I realized that I had no cash. I had completely forgotten to grap a twenty out of my jar! The email I recieved stated specifically to bring $4 cash to be able to buy a token to get out of the parking garage. (Since all other parking areas are for students, the only available option is a paid parking garage spot...go figure) So I eat up ALL my spare time I allowed myself trying to find a gas station that had an ATM machine. I finally get the cash I need and head back to campus. After getting caught at EVERY red light possible, I made it to the parking garage. I find a spot and head to the stair case since the elevator is out of order...(would it be any other way?) I then realize I have left my paper in the car that states where I am supposed to go. Mind you it is hot outside with a very high humidity level with NO breeze. I am wearing black slacks, a purple satin top and 4 inch heels.  I run back to the car, grab the paper, down 2 flights of stairs and head towards the doors of the School of Nursing the next block over. Once in the doors I see nothing relevant.... No elevators like the paper said I would see. I find the staircase and cringe slightly when I realize where I need to be is on the THIRD FLOOR! No time to search for the elevator because at this point I have about 15 miunutes until interview time...UGH
I hoof it up what seemed like never ending concrete steps and finally see the harsh yellow 3 posted on the double doors leading to airconditioned salvation. I wander around looking desperately for room 3.216 and find a person who directs me to the hallway I am looking for. Oh look! There are those damned elevators I needed....
I sign in and sit in the waiting room they have set up. As I look around, there is no on in the room but myself and can't help but realize that the AC seems to be nonexistent in this tiny little sweat box.
A few miniutes later my interviewer comes to get me. By this time I have at least caught my breath and have collected myself so I do not appear like the crazy mess that I was. He was incredibly nice and tried to put my nerves at ease. I wasn't nearly as nervous as I thought I would be. Questions were typical and didn't catch me off guard. I didn't elborate on some subjects that I had planned on, but he seemed like he was on a pretty tight timne frame. He wrote on my paper a bit, which made me wonder if it were 'good' or 'bad' notes.... I snuck a peak at some numbered evaluations and saw all 4's and 5s circled. It was a 1-5 choice) He stated that I was a strong candidate and that I have a good shot, but was unable to tell me when I might hear anything about whether or not I get in.
Once again the waiting game begins. I know of some that have already waited well over a month from their interview and REALLY hope it won't be that long.  I am normally a pretty impatient person and this is truly testing my limits. I can't do anything about it now. I have done all that I can do so I am trying to just not think about it.....but I sure do wish I already knew.