My children are too small for all of this, but it's only reading this thread that I realised how stressful this must have been for my parents back in the day.
I remember travelling down to Oxford from Scotland on the overnight coach, sitting next to the DULLEST man who was being interviewed at one of the mature student colleges. I had my mum's old suit in my bag, which made me look like an air hostess. The college I'd applied to pooled me and I ended up having 6 interviews at three different colleges, and was eventually offered a place at Jesus. I was pretty relaxed about it as I believed I didn't have a hope in hell of getting in, and my parents either agreed with me, or disguised their anxieties so well, that I didn't feel too much pressure.
My interview was for medicine, and I was asked about all sorts - some chemistry (identify this molecule), how would I separate a mixture of two liquids, some medical politics/ethics, why I had I done A Level English not another science. I found them quite exhilirating actually.
When I got the letter offering me a place I nearly dropped the phone (my mum opened it for me! when I was shopping in town); even now I can't walk past that phone box without remembering.
Good luck, everyone. I do hope I'll be on a thread like this in a few years' time...