*em shakes hands, and before her ass touches the chair, the following ensues*
Q: so i see you went to sju... that's a liberal arts school? why did you choose to go there?
A: well, i liked the la part of it. they gave me a broad background of classes to--
Q: do you think vet school is liberal arts?
A: ah, no, i --
Q: so why go to a liberal arts school??
A: because it allowed me to take classes that i wouldn't take--
Q: ok, on a scale of 1 to 10, how nervous are you?
*em looks nervously to the other, silent, interviewer, obviously getting jittery*
A: well sir, if you would have asked me just for the interview, you would have gotten about a ten, but now i'm relatively calm, and i'll say thr--
Q: ok, cause you're REALLY wound up right now.
*em's getting saucy now*
response: "WELL YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"
yeah, i said that. shouted that. whatever. first and only laugh i got out of him all day (even after i told him i wanted to be a black jaguar because i wear a lot of black! come on, lighten up, thats just silly). got my acceptance letter five days later, lol. maybe it rattled me more than anyone else, but i was a wreck, considering the entire interview went like that. i think i got to finish a grand total of two sentences.