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So I rolled into my Harvard Interview thinking that I'm going to try something a little different, something that would catch the admission board by surprise and win my acceptance. As my sweaty palm grasped the handle of the secret messiah which would guarantee the next four years of my life, I was suprised by an elderly man who suddenly called my name. It was my father's best friend from medical school (a Harvard graduate). He told me
that he would be on the admissions panel this year and directed
me to the room in which my interview was to be conducted. I sat
down in a leather chair steadily recalling the dispositions which
I hoped to articulate during the interview. Then I remembered my
"difference factor." I had constantly been told to be different, to show people why I want to go to medical school, and to avoid being dull. I slowly opened my secret treasure, but hastily closed it as I heard my interviewer arrive. After introductions were completed, and the bantering had commenced for a couple of minutes, the dreaded questions started, "Why do you want to go to medical school?" and the "How are you different from other applicants?" With the second question on the table, I decided that it was time to demonstrate the awe inspiring power of my secret box (i.e. my deliverance). As I garnered enough momentum to reach under my chair and secure the aforementioned item, the interviewer slowly changed his tone which became very inquisitive. I was almost embarrassed, thinking that my shirt may have become untucked and he could see my "lower back" because of my low ride pants. But I continued to reach for the item and presented it to him. His eyebrows raised and his mouth slowly cracked a smile. Then I heard "Son, you've just gained acceptance to the most prestigious medical university in the nation."
Some of you may be wondering, did I read all that and he didn't tell me what he took to the interview? Well, I guess you're right. Hey, did you ever have one of those Jaws lunchboxes when you were little? Oh, how I treasured those little pieces of magic! You should always take one wherever you go. Just make sure that its contents match the occassion.
that he would be on the admissions panel this year and directed
me to the room in which my interview was to be conducted. I sat
down in a leather chair steadily recalling the dispositions which
I hoped to articulate during the interview. Then I remembered my
"difference factor." I had constantly been told to be different, to show people why I want to go to medical school, and to avoid being dull. I slowly opened my secret treasure, but hastily closed it as I heard my interviewer arrive. After introductions were completed, and the bantering had commenced for a couple of minutes, the dreaded questions started, "Why do you want to go to medical school?" and the "How are you different from other applicants?" With the second question on the table, I decided that it was time to demonstrate the awe inspiring power of my secret box (i.e. my deliverance). As I garnered enough momentum to reach under my chair and secure the aforementioned item, the interviewer slowly changed his tone which became very inquisitive. I was almost embarrassed, thinking that my shirt may have become untucked and he could see my "lower back" because of my low ride pants. But I continued to reach for the item and presented it to him. His eyebrows raised and his mouth slowly cracked a smile. Then I heard "Son, you've just gained acceptance to the most prestigious medical university in the nation."
Some of you may be wondering, did I read all that and he didn't tell me what he took to the interview? Well, I guess you're right. Hey, did you ever have one of those Jaws lunchboxes when you were little? Oh, how I treasured those little pieces of magic! You should always take one wherever you go. Just make sure that its contents match the occassion.
