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Walking up 12 flights of interviews in a suit definitely doesn't sound like it would work for me. I would be a wreck.
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Walking up 12 flights of interviews in a suit definitely doesn't sound like it would work for me. I would be a wreck.
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Here's my story:
My first interview of the day went great! The guy was nice, he asked straightforward questions, and seemed interested in the whole process.
However, the second interview was completely different. He was a transplant surgeon (make of that what you will), and when I walked into his office he all but ignored me. He didn't get out of his chair to welcome me, didn't offer a handshake, and dind't even smile. He just pointed to the chair in front of him and told me to sit. He then asked the obligatory "why medicine?" question, but as soon as I started the answer he swivelled his chair around to the computer behind him and started typing on what appeared to be patient records. When I hesitated, he swivelled back around and told me to go ahead talking while he typed. I proceeded to talk to the back of his head. When I was done with a question he obviously couldn't see any facial expression relaying that fact, so there was a really long, awkward silence. After 10 seconds or so of silence he would turn that chair around, ask me another question, turn back around, and then start typing. I would then commence talking to the back of his head again. This continued for the first 5 questions or so, and took up at least 10 or 15 minutes.
After he finished typing whatever he was typing he left his computer alone and decided to face me. That's when the bizarre questions began. The first one to come was an offer to interpret what Anne Geddes was attempting to convey in the pictures of babies he had hung on his wall. After I stammered something out about innocence and complete reliance on parents he asked me about "relationship issues."
Dr.: Are you married?
Me: No
Dr.: Do you have a girlfriend?
Me: No
Dr.: Do you have a boyfriend? (I'm a male BTW)
Me: No
Dr.: Do you want a family?
Me: Yes
Dr.: Describe to me your ideal woman.
Me: Ummmmm.....uhhhhh......she needs to be funny, intelligent.....and.....uhhhhhhhh........uhhhhhhhh...........(I have no idea what else to say)
Dr.: No, no, I mean what does she look like? How tall is she? HOW BIG ARE HER BOOBS? (I kid you not!)
Me: (completely shell-shocked with a look of horror on my face at the thought of talking about bra sizes in a med school interview) Well......ummmmm.......uhhhhhh.......she.....well.........she just needs to be attractive to me............and.........well..........
Dr.: I see, just attractive to you, right? Doesn't really matter what other people think?
Me: Yeah! Exactly!
The rest of the interview was more normal than that, and after it was all over he was quite friendly and said he would recommend me to the admission committee. Obviously he was telling the truth since I'm an M2 now, but I have never been in a more awkward situation than the boob-size question. Also, come to find out, he asked the other interviewees about elicit drug use in addition to the boob question (so it wasn't just me). They didn't like that one either.
My first interview of the day went great! The guy was nice, he asked straightforward questions, and seemed interested in the whole process.
However, the second interview was completely different. He was a transplant surgeon (make of that what you will), and when I walked into his office he all but ignored me. He didn't get out of his chair to welcome me, didn't offer a handshake, and dind't even smile. He just pointed to the chair in front of him and told me to sit. He then asked the obligatory "why medicine?" question, but as soon as I started the answer he swivelled his chair around to the computer behind him and started typing on what appeared to be patient records. When I hesitated, he swivelled back around and told me to go ahead talking while he typed. I proceeded to talk to the back of his head. When I was done with a question he obviously couldn't see any facial expression relaying that fact, so there was a really long, awkward silence. After 10 seconds or so of silence he would turn that chair around, ask me another question, turn back around, and then start typing. I would then commence talking to the back of his head again. This continued for the first 5 questions or so, and took up at least 10 or 15 minutes.
After he finished typing whatever he was typing he left his computer alone and decided to face me. That's when the bizarre questions began. The first one to come was an offer to interpret what Anne Geddes was attempting to convey in the pictures of babies he had hung on his wall. After I stammered something out about innocence and complete reliance on parents he asked me about "relationship issues."
Dr.: Are you married?
Me: No
Dr.: Do you have a girlfriend?
Me: No
Dr.: Do you have a boyfriend? (I'm a male BTW)
Me: No
Dr.: Do you want a family?
Me: Yes
Dr.: Describe to me your ideal woman.
Me: Ummmmm.....uhhhhh......she needs to be funny, intelligent.....and.....uhhhhhhhh........uhhhhhhhh...........(I have no idea what else to say)
Dr.: No, no, I mean what does she look like? How tall is she? HOW BIG ARE HER BOOBS? (I kid you not!)
Me: (completely shell-shocked with a look of horror on my face at the thought of talking about bra sizes in a med school interview) Well......ummmmm.......uhhhhhh.......she.....well.........she just needs to be attractive to me............and.........well..........
Dr.: I see, just attractive to you, right? Doesn't really matter what other people think?
Me: Yeah! Exactly!
The rest of the interview was more normal than that, and after it was all over he was quite friendly and said he would recommend me to the admission committee. Obviously he was telling the truth since I'm an M2 now, but I have never been in a more awkward situation than the boob-size question. Also, come to find out, he asked the other interviewees about elicit drug use in addition to the boob question (so it wasn't just me). They didn't like that one either.
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Well... I have two good stories to add to the conversation...
A. I walked into my first IV of the entire application cycle. Sat down and was already nervous... the convo went something like this...
Me: So, I've done research for 2 years, yada yada yada.
Dr.: Wow, thats a large commitment, why didn't you think about MD/PhD?
Me: Oh well I think if you love research degrees are just a formality... no need for the extra time... I could just get involved in a lab and stay active, etc.
Dr.: Well, I got my MD/PhD from Harvard and I thought it was a great program...my son is in a MD/PhD program at Stanford and he likes it too...
Me:
Later in the same interview:
Dr.:So what do you think is a professional?
Me:Anyone who offers people services they can't do on there own... etc.
Dr.:So if you have a colleague who is an exceptional clinician, but is an alcoholic and beats his wife at home... is he still a professional?
Me: 😱 uh... well.... *long period of silence*
I don't remember my exact words, but I said something along the lines of it would be impossible to delineate that type of behavior from your professional life... etc. He seemed to like my response, but it was hard to tell. Talk about traumatizing... 👎
B. This was at my last interview...
Dr.:So where all have you interviewed at?
Me:*List schools*
Dr.:Oh, those are all tier 2 schools. That is interesting, how does that make you feel? Did you expect better results?
Me:uh...😕 😕 it's been a humbling experience... uh huh.
Now, fastforwarding to the end of the interview...
Dr.:Well it was nice meeting you.
Me:And you too, *shake hand and turn to leave*
Dr.:So long.
These two question stems rack my brain all the time when I am trying to get to bed... ugh. I am sure we all have them.
A. I walked into my first IV of the entire application cycle. Sat down and was already nervous... the convo went something like this...
Me: So, I've done research for 2 years, yada yada yada.
Dr.: Wow, thats a large commitment, why didn't you think about MD/PhD?
Me: Oh well I think if you love research degrees are just a formality... no need for the extra time... I could just get involved in a lab and stay active, etc.
Dr.: Well, I got my MD/PhD from Harvard and I thought it was a great program...my son is in a MD/PhD program at Stanford and he likes it too...
Me:
Later in the same interview:
Dr.:So what do you think is a professional?
Me:Anyone who offers people services they can't do on there own... etc.
Dr.:So if you have a colleague who is an exceptional clinician, but is an alcoholic and beats his wife at home... is he still a professional?
Me:
😱 uh... well.... *long period of silence*I don't remember my exact words, but I said something along the lines of it would be impossible to delineate that type of behavior from your professional life... etc. He seemed to like my response, but it was hard to tell. Talk about traumatizing... 👎
B. This was at my last interview...
Dr.:So where all have you interviewed at?
Me:*List schools*
Dr.:Oh, those are all tier 2 schools. That is interesting, how does that make you feel? Did you expect better results?
Me:uh...😕 😕 it's been a humbling experience... uh huh.
Now, fastforwarding to the end of the interview...
Dr.:Well it was nice meeting you.
Me:And you too, *shake hand and turn to leave*
Dr.:So long.
These two question stems rack my brain all the time when I am trying to get to bed... ugh. I am sure we all have them.
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I had weird moments =.=
1) Why are u doing all these research, I think there is no future in these ? 🙂eek: hmm...ya...the guy who interviewed used to work with my PI from the same institution...I'm not sure if they had any problem in the past ya? my PI is from top university btw)
2) (Late for 15 min) What countries speak Portuguese? 🙂scared🙂
1) Why are u doing all these research, I think there is no future in these ? 🙂eek: hmm...ya...the guy who interviewed used to work with my PI from the same institution...I'm not sure if they had any problem in the past ya? my PI is from top university btw)
2) (Late for 15 min) What countries speak Portuguese? 🙂scared🙂
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She will find out with the rest of our interview group on Friday.
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Interviewer: So tell me why you want to attend this school?
Me: This school offers an excellent opportunity for community involvement, great professor-student relationships, and it also produces some of the worlds most renown surgeons...thus i would like to attend this school so i can be apart of a curriculum that encourages collaborative efforts by both students/faculty and in the long-run i can help uplift struggling communities that lack highly-trained medical professionals...
Interviewer: ...ummm...wow...where did you learn how to talk like that??
Me: (confused and distraught)...ummm..its just the way i talk..i read alot i guess..so i know how to manipulate words to express myself...
Interviewer: (Blank stare and awkward amazement)...OoOhh..well..you talk very nice i must say..keep it up...(slight sadistic chuckle)
Me: How do other interviewers talk when you interview them?
Interviewer: certainly not like that!! You speak well my friend...
Me: (oooooook...was i supposed to sound stupid or something??)😡
Me: This school offers an excellent opportunity for community involvement, great professor-student relationships, and it also produces some of the worlds most renown surgeons...thus i would like to attend this school so i can be apart of a curriculum that encourages collaborative efforts by both students/faculty and in the long-run i can help uplift struggling communities that lack highly-trained medical professionals...
Interviewer: ...ummm...wow...where did you learn how to talk like that??
Me: (confused and distraught)...ummm..its just the way i talk..i read alot i guess..so i know how to manipulate words to express myself...
Interviewer: (Blank stare and awkward amazement)...OoOhh..well..you talk very nice i must say..keep it up...(slight sadistic chuckle)
Me: How do other interviewers talk when you interview them?
Interviewer: certainly not like that!! You speak well my friend...
Me: (oooooook...was i supposed to sound stupid or something??)😡
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I posted this on another thread, but I figure it sort of fits more here:
funny story.
When I was at my Penn interview I was waiting in the office lobby with maybe 5-6 students for my turn to interview. Tom Cruise came on the tv (it was some news show) and in order to lighten the mood I asked my fellow interviewees if anyone knew anything about scientology. Only one of the group had ever heard of it. I then proceeded to ask if anyone ever watched Southpark b/c it had reminded me of the awesome scientology episode. The same dude that recognized scientology was the only one out of the group who had heard of Southpark and he started laughing... He also looked confused (bc he was shocked that none of the other peeps knew about it)
He was from a state school, I forgot which one.
All the other interviewees were from Yale, Harvard, or Princeton. I remember that specifically b/c I could sense the aura. haha.
I guess the story was more tragic than funny. They had never even heard of Southpark. Thats insane.
funny story.
When I was at my Penn interview I was waiting in the office lobby with maybe 5-6 students for my turn to interview. Tom Cruise came on the tv (it was some news show) and in order to lighten the mood I asked my fellow interviewees if anyone knew anything about scientology. Only one of the group had ever heard of it. I then proceeded to ask if anyone ever watched Southpark b/c it had reminded me of the awesome scientology episode. The same dude that recognized scientology was the only one out of the group who had heard of Southpark and he started laughing... He also looked confused (bc he was shocked that none of the other peeps knew about it)
He was from a state school, I forgot which one.
All the other interviewees were from Yale, Harvard, or Princeton. I remember that specifically b/c I could sense the aura. haha.
I guess the story was more tragic than funny. They had never even heard of Southpark. Thats insane.
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this PhD is interviewing me, persistently wanting to argue about global warming, motorcycle helmet laws, ecological destruction and God know what else, when he finally turns to my application.
He asks: why is your MCAT so low?
Me: Well, I could only prepare for the exam over a couple of weeks because I traveled to South America for research, took a summer school class, worked 80 hours a week and attended a wedding. I also couldn't afford a prep class because of the high cost.
Him: First, looks at my nice suit increduously. Then, how did you afford to go to South America?
Me: A scholarship, and if you see, I scored a "T" in the writing section, which was in the 99.9%, not bad IMO considering the preparation.
Him: Hmm, I really don't even know how the MCAT is scored anyway. What exactly is a "T"?
He asks: why is your MCAT so low?
Me: Well, I could only prepare for the exam over a couple of weeks because I traveled to South America for research, took a summer school class, worked 80 hours a week and attended a wedding. I also couldn't afford a prep class because of the high cost.
Him: First, looks at my nice suit increduously. Then, how did you afford to go to South America?
Me: A scholarship, and if you see, I scored a "T" in the writing section, which was in the 99.9%, not bad IMO considering the preparation.
Him: Hmm, I really don't even know how the MCAT is scored anyway. What exactly is a "T"?
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I'm going to go ahead an assume that by "talking proper" you meant "speaking properly". You were 0/2 on the word usage there... But, yes, jaw-dropping eloquence.
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yea something like that...but u got the point didnt u?? Its a story not an essay im turning in to get graded..so 😎 relax
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I never ever thought that I would have a story... but here goes...
we are actually interviewing in a hospital room, so the "desk" is the over-the-bed food tray. My interviewer is this really really cool indian Dr., who's really laid back. For some reason a painter comes by and starts painting the outside of our door. It's really distracting because there's a window, and the fumes are seriously killing me. Obviously, this guy/fumes was annoying my interviewer too. We are talking about medicine etc. and suddenly he jumps up and rips on the painter etc... who sort of got angry and left.
I'm just sitting there... it was really funny and we were both cracking up...
the best part of this is that the painter tapes a "wet paint" that sort of seals the door shut so my interviewer ripped the paper trying to get out. We laughed some more... maybe the painter helped my chances of getting in.
we are actually interviewing in a hospital room, so the "desk" is the over-the-bed food tray. My interviewer is this really really cool indian Dr., who's really laid back. For some reason a painter comes by and starts painting the outside of our door. It's really distracting because there's a window, and the fumes are seriously killing me. Obviously, this guy/fumes was annoying my interviewer too. We are talking about medicine etc. and suddenly he jumps up and rips on the painter etc... who sort of got angry and left.
I'm just sitting there... it was really funny and we were both cracking up...
the best part of this is that the painter tapes a "wet paint" that sort of seals the door shut so my interviewer ripped the paper trying to get out. We laughed some more... maybe the painter helped my chances of getting in.
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albany?
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Well... I have two good stories to add to the conversation...
A. I walked into my first IV of the entire application cycle. Sat down and was already nervous... the convo went something like this...
Me: So, I've done research for 2 years, yada yada yada.
Dr.: Wow, thats a large commitment, why didn't you think about MD/PhD?
Me: Oh well I think if you love research degrees are just a formality... no need for the extra time... I could just get involved in a lab and stay active, etc.
Dr.: Well, I got my MD/PhD from Harvard and I thought it was a great program...my son is in a MD/PhD program at Stanford and he likes it too...
Me:
Later in the same interview:
Dr.:So what do you think is a professional?
Me:Anyone who offers people services they can't do on there own... etc.
Dr.:So if you have a colleague who is an exceptional clinician, but is an alcoholic and beats his wife at home... is he still a professional?
Me:
I don't remember my exact words, but I said something along the lines of it would be impossible to delineate that type of behavior from your professional life... etc. He seemed to like my response, but it was hard to tell. Talk about traumatizing... 👎
B. This was at my last interview...
Dr.:So where all have you interviewed at?
Me:*List schools*
Dr.:Oh, those are all tier 2 schools. That is interesting, how does that make you feel? Did you expect better results?
Me:uh...😕 😕 it's been a humbling experience... uh huh.
Now, fastforwarding to the end of the interview...
Dr.:Well it was nice meeting you.
Me:And you too, *shake hand and turn to leave*
Dr.:So long.
These two question stems rack my brain all the time when I am trying to get to bed... ugh. I am sure we all have them.
Haha...I'm in the library right now and just couldn't stop laughing...
So here's my story.
0. I forgot my suit jacket and just realized it at the airport
1. my flight that evening got cancelled due to the weather
2. had to stay over night in JFK
3. my luggage was lost
4. I tracked my luggage down and found out that it went to Cincinnati and they told me that it will arrive by tomorrow morning at 9am in my destination airport
5. I had to take a cab to get on the plane at Laguardia at 6am
6. I arrived at my destination, waited for 2 hours for the luggage, and it didn't come!
7. I got really really panicked
8. I told them to deliver my luggage once it comes (which I didn't know when) to the admissions office
9. I went to the admission office, wearing jeans and pink sweater!
10. my student host was nice enough to lend me her pants and suit jacket
11. my luggage finally arrived at the admission office at 1pm (right before my 2pm interview)
12. I was escorted by one of the adcom staff to my interviewer's office
13. My assigned interviewer turned around, looked at me, and said "I'm sorry I think I sent an e-mail to the admissions this morning to cancel the interview"
14. I returned to the admissions office, waiting for them to figure out what to do with me
15. then they found a dean to rescue me
16. I had a pretty good interview
17. I flew back home, but because of the weather problem, I had to stay over night in JFK for the second night in a row! GEEZ!!!
At least I got accepted into that school....or else I would be so mad. Since then, I never checked in my interview suitcase again!
0. I forgot my suit jacket and just realized it at the airport
1. my flight that evening got cancelled due to the weather
2. had to stay over night in JFK
3. my luggage was lost
4. I tracked my luggage down and found out that it went to Cincinnati and they told me that it will arrive by tomorrow morning at 9am in my destination airport
5. I had to take a cab to get on the plane at Laguardia at 6am
6. I arrived at my destination, waited for 2 hours for the luggage, and it didn't come!
7. I got really really panicked
8. I told them to deliver my luggage once it comes (which I didn't know when) to the admissions office
9. I went to the admission office, wearing jeans and pink sweater!
10. my student host was nice enough to lend me her pants and suit jacket
11. my luggage finally arrived at the admission office at 1pm (right before my 2pm interview)
12. I was escorted by one of the adcom staff to my interviewer's office
13. My assigned interviewer turned around, looked at me, and said "I'm sorry I think I sent an e-mail to the admissions this morning to cancel the interview"
14. I returned to the admissions office, waiting for them to figure out what to do with me
15. then they found a dean to rescue me
16. I had a pretty good interview
17. I flew back home, but because of the weather problem, I had to stay over night in JFK for the second night in a row! GEEZ!!!
At least I got accepted into that school....or else I would be so mad. Since then, I never checked in my interview suitcase again!
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My first interviewer was a professor of Emeritus and sat on the Adcom. Nice congenial old man. We talked with great depth about family, food, and music.
When the next interviewee was waiting outside, he padded my back and said, " Son, I like you. You have spunk". " Spunk?" I thought. I knew what he meant but I cracked up inside thinking about the dirty meaning. As I get get to shake his hand, BAM, I knocked my own coffee over and spilled all over his pants. He stared at me with a blank expression, looked at his pants, then looked at me again and said , " Uhhh, it's okay, I spill coffee on myself all the time." I hovered my hands over his lap meaning to clean up the mess, but did not want to intrude the area without permission. He was gracious enough to set me at ease about it. After we said goodbye, my face was burning and I pretty much booked it.
When the next interviewee was waiting outside, he padded my back and said, " Son, I like you. You have spunk". " Spunk?" I thought. I knew what he meant but I cracked up inside thinking about the dirty meaning. As I get get to shake his hand, BAM, I knocked my own coffee over and spilled all over his pants. He stared at me with a blank expression, looked at his pants, then looked at me again and said , " Uhhh, it's okay, I spill coffee on myself all the time." I hovered my hands over his lap meaning to clean up the mess, but did not want to intrude the area without permission. He was gracious enough to set me at ease about it. After we said goodbye, my face was burning and I pretty much booked it.
Professor of Emeritus? Damn, I sure wish they offered Emeritus courses at my school!
It's Professor Emeritus, which simply means he is retired. He padded your back? Did you not fill out your suit well enough?
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My weirdest interview was at NYU.
Interviewer: So tell me what happened after you fell off the face of the earth.
Me: (flatlining) Uhhh....I'm not sure I understand your question.
I: You fell off the face of the earth, what happened?
Me: Do you mean after I graduated from college?
I: That's right. You fell off the face of the earth, what were you doing?
I still have no idea where this question came from as I had taken one year off after graduating and had worked, which I had put down on my application. Then I had enrolled in a post-bacc program, which I had also put down on my application. I sort of shot myself in the foot though because I got pretty annoyed as I had been working my tail off in school, volunteering, working etc. and I think it came through when I answered the question.
Then...
I: Research, what about research?
Me: Well, I was a clinical research coordinator.
I: That doesn't count.
Me (placatingly): I guess then I don't have any research experience.
I: You don't think it's important then?
I just sat there and thought to myself: "what is this, entrapment?"
Even more strange is when I was talking to this girl I know who graduated from medical school a few years ago. We were talking about interviews and she said something about how her worst interview was at NYU. We started talking about our interviews there and she had actually interviewed with the same person six years earlier, except she walked out in the middle of her interview and didn't re-interview. I just can't understand why, if this interviewer engenders such an awful response, she's still there. I'm not against challenging questions but I'm definitely not a fan of the insulting ones.
Needless to say, I was wait-listed. Bah.
Interviewer: So tell me what happened after you fell off the face of the earth.
Me: (flatlining) Uhhh....I'm not sure I understand your question.
I: You fell off the face of the earth, what happened?
Me: Do you mean after I graduated from college?
I: That's right. You fell off the face of the earth, what were you doing?
I still have no idea where this question came from as I had taken one year off after graduating and had worked, which I had put down on my application. Then I had enrolled in a post-bacc program, which I had also put down on my application. I sort of shot myself in the foot though because I got pretty annoyed as I had been working my tail off in school, volunteering, working etc. and I think it came through when I answered the question.
Then...
I: Research, what about research?
Me: Well, I was a clinical research coordinator.
I: That doesn't count.
Me (placatingly): I guess then I don't have any research experience.
I: You don't think it's important then?
I just sat there and thought to myself: "what is this, entrapment?"
Even more strange is when I was talking to this girl I know who graduated from medical school a few years ago. We were talking about interviews and she said something about how her worst interview was at NYU. We started talking about our interviews there and she had actually interviewed with the same person six years earlier, except she walked out in the middle of her interview and didn't re-interview. I just can't understand why, if this interviewer engenders such an awful response, she's still there. I'm not against challenging questions but I'm definitely not a fan of the insulting ones.
Needless to say, I was wait-listed. Bah.
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I had a similar event at the University of Missouri - Columbia. Unpromted, the interviewer later said, "So you just don't care about people, ...that's it."
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I messed up big time, talking about why I didn't apply DO (I had valid reasons) and went on and on and on....
At the end of my schpiel, my interviewer says "I should have mentioned that I'm a DO"
I turned bright red and hung my head in embarrassment and apologized for my arrogance (at least in my opinion 🙁 ), had my ass handed to me because she refuted and was red for the rest of the time.
As we walked out, she bopped me on my head with her folder! 😕
I'm a waitlisted SOB 🙁
At the end of my schpiel, my interviewer says "I should have mentioned that I'm a DO"
I turned bright red and hung my head in embarrassment and apologized for my arrogance (at least in my opinion 🙁 ), had my ass handed to me because she refuted and was red for the rest of the time.
As we walked out, she bopped me on my head with her folder! 😕
I'm a waitlisted SOB 🙁
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at stony brook:
Interviewer: so do you have a boyfriend?
me: yup. he's great
interviewer: and what is his name?
me: mike
interviewer: and what else do you like to do in your spare time.
me: i really enjoy dancing. i've done ballet and jazz dancing all my life.
interviewer: and does mike dance well?
me: umm..not really...he's ok i guess..
interviewer: ***writes on his paper: 'mike is not a good dancer' **
um..why is my boyfriend being interviewed? multiple questions about mike continued to pop up throughout the interview such as "so why didn't mike decide to go into medicine if he is so smart?"
Interviewer: so do you have a boyfriend?
me: yup. he's great
interviewer: and what is his name?
me: mike
interviewer: and what else do you like to do in your spare time.
me: i really enjoy dancing. i've done ballet and jazz dancing all my life.
interviewer: and does mike dance well?
me: umm..not really...he's ok i guess..
interviewer: ***writes on his paper: 'mike is not a good dancer' **
um..why is my boyfriend being interviewed? multiple questions about mike continued to pop up throughout the interview such as "so why didn't mike decide to go into medicine if he is so smart?"
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My weirdest interview experiences both happened at Drexel. In reverse chronological order:
(1) The student who gave my interview group the tour spent a significant portion of her speech talking to us about how there wasn't a Walmart nearby and how hopefully they would be getting a Walmart soon but there wasn't a Walmart now and it was really too bad because seriously how can we all be expected to function normally without a Walmart blah blah. I am not kidding she talked about Walmart FOREVER. Meanwhile we are walking around the school like a 4th grade field trip past doors and buildings, none of which we heard anything about because all we hear was how upsetting it was for all of us that there wasn't a local Walmart, and all I could think of was how mad I would be if I had been assigned to be this girl's roommate.
(2) The second thing was way worse: the school advertises 2 bed and breakfasts, the Moving Arts Cafe (where I stayed) and something else. The Moving Arts cafe turned out to be this large decrepit house rented by the world's craziest, chattiest, most mentally unbalanced woman I have met in quite some time. She offers to pick guests up at the airport, which is great if you fly in from out of town, which I did, but she never showed. Eventually after calling her for an hour and standing and freezing at the airport I took a cab to her B&B. She met me there and apologized and said she had done the same thing last week and ha ha she is just so forgetful. The B&B, as she calls it, looks as though the last tenant moved out 100 years ago and nobody has lived there since. There is no TV, no internet, no phone in your room, and dirt and dust EVERYWHERE. My room looked as though Miss Havisham had decorated it, and there were all sorts of bugs in the bathroom. Everything was covered in dust, and all in all it was the most ash/dirt/dust/bug-covered place I have stayed in since I bummed around Central America (and paid WAY less). The kitchen, where she offered to cook for me, was covered in nasty old food spilled everywhere and never cleaned. I took photos, since I had my camera with me, and sent them to Drexel in an attempt to warn future hapless interviewees, but I never heard back.
I know lots of people who loved Drexel and have loved going there, so this is not meant to be an indictment of the school in any way. But sometimes you get a vibe that says "buy me!" and this was not one of those times.
(1) The student who gave my interview group the tour spent a significant portion of her speech talking to us about how there wasn't a Walmart nearby and how hopefully they would be getting a Walmart soon but there wasn't a Walmart now and it was really too bad because seriously how can we all be expected to function normally without a Walmart blah blah. I am not kidding she talked about Walmart FOREVER. Meanwhile we are walking around the school like a 4th grade field trip past doors and buildings, none of which we heard anything about because all we hear was how upsetting it was for all of us that there wasn't a local Walmart, and all I could think of was how mad I would be if I had been assigned to be this girl's roommate.
(2) The second thing was way worse: the school advertises 2 bed and breakfasts, the Moving Arts Cafe (where I stayed) and something else. The Moving Arts cafe turned out to be this large decrepit house rented by the world's craziest, chattiest, most mentally unbalanced woman I have met in quite some time. She offers to pick guests up at the airport, which is great if you fly in from out of town, which I did, but she never showed. Eventually after calling her for an hour and standing and freezing at the airport I took a cab to her B&B. She met me there and apologized and said she had done the same thing last week and ha ha she is just so forgetful. The B&B, as she calls it, looks as though the last tenant moved out 100 years ago and nobody has lived there since. There is no TV, no internet, no phone in your room, and dirt and dust EVERYWHERE. My room looked as though Miss Havisham had decorated it, and there were all sorts of bugs in the bathroom. Everything was covered in dust, and all in all it was the most ash/dirt/dust/bug-covered place I have stayed in since I bummed around Central America (and paid WAY less). The kitchen, where she offered to cook for me, was covered in nasty old food spilled everywhere and never cleaned. I took photos, since I had my camera with me, and sent them to Drexel in an attempt to warn future hapless interviewees, but I never heard back.
I know lots of people who loved Drexel and have loved going there, so this is not meant to be an indictment of the school in any way. But sometimes you get a vibe that says "buy me!" and this was not one of those times.
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One interviewer asked me the typical "why do I want to be a doctor" question, listened to my response, and then told me that I reminded him of Jesus.
I am
a. south asian and
b. a woman
Apparently, however, reminding one of the son of God is not enough for an acceptance, as I was politely refused from said institution.
I am
a. south asian and
b. a woman
Apparently, however, reminding one of the son of God is not enough for an acceptance, as I was politely refused from said institution.
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I went to interview at BU and the med building where my interviewer worked at was surrounded by firetrucks. Apparently it was on fire. They got it under control soon, but oddly enough, instead of evacuating, they locked everyone in. They couldn't even use the stairs. WEIRD!
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LOL, i stayed at this B&B last year when i interviewed at drexel. In the morning I grabbed breakfast across the street with a fellow interviewee who also stayed at the place. we talked about how weird the "B&B" was. then i said, "yeah, i dont know... i didnt go under the sheets" and he says "neither did i!!" although the place was weird (almost horror-movie weird), it wasnt that dirty when i went there. it was also nice to have another interviewee staying there too, but obviously i wouldn't recommend it.
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When I was at one interview, we were touring the anatomy lab. The students asked if anyone wanted to touch the cadavers (which I thought was weird to begin with) and one or two students said they did. This one guy picks up the cadaver's severed forearm and wrist, turns the the guy next to him and says, "Hi, I'm so and so, nice to meet you," like he was shaking the guy's hand with the bony, rotting arm.
I thought that was incredibly inappropriate for and interviewee to do and it made me feel uncomfortable. Thoughts?
I thought that was incredibly inappropriate for and interviewee to do and it made me feel uncomfortable. Thoughts?
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did the interviewer actually ask you these questions in this order using those words? (probably not but...) i would have DIED of embarassment if a interviewer said that....😱 😱 😀
My worst/most embarassing interview moment actually occurred following the interview.
After wrapping up a decent interview, I head down the hallway, then decide to pay a quick visit to the bathroom before taking the elevator down. I ask a random person about the closest men's room.
It turns out that this men's room is a single occupancy bathroom, with a sink, a single toilet, and a lockable door. I figure I just need to empty my bladder quickly, so I decide not to lock the door. What a mistake. 🙁
As I'm standing over the toilet with my pants down, urine arcing in the air, to my horror the door opens. I glance over quickly, and I get a long-enough glimpse of the person to realize it was my interviewer, before he hurriedly pulls the door closed. I manage to stammer out a "sorry!" that I hope he heard--what else is one supposed to do in that situation?
I doubt many other people can say that their interviewer caught them with their pants down, literally 😀
Oh, and waitlisted, heh.
After wrapping up a decent interview, I head down the hallway, then decide to pay a quick visit to the bathroom before taking the elevator down. I ask a random person about the closest men's room.
It turns out that this men's room is a single occupancy bathroom, with a sink, a single toilet, and a lockable door. I figure I just need to empty my bladder quickly, so I decide not to lock the door. What a mistake. 🙁
As I'm standing over the toilet with my pants down, urine arcing in the air, to my horror the door opens. I glance over quickly, and I get a long-enough glimpse of the person to realize it was my interviewer, before he hurriedly pulls the door closed. I manage to stammer out a "sorry!" that I hope he heard--what else is one supposed to do in that situation?
I doubt many other people can say that their interviewer caught them with their pants down, literally 😀
Oh, and waitlisted, heh.
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Definitely inappropriate.. in my anatomy lab if we were to do anything inappropriate with the cadavers or parts of the people we get kicked out and that would definitely classify.. I sure wouldn't want someone joking around with my dead body if I donated it to science
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HAHAHAHAH..
no no i was just juxtaposing parts of the interview..that's pretty funny
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Funny, but when I read it to my husband he made a good point- you pull your pants down when you pee?
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👍 👍 I thought the same thing. Although ONCE I was in a similar predicament (but not such an important situation) because I had put my boxers on backwards.
Sometimes a bit when wearing the interview attire... it goes with unzipping, loosening the belt, etc. Not a lot, and my suit was definitely covering enough so I'm pretty sure ass display was not an issue.
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BTW, if anyone ever gets asked this question again, the answer is "no."
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Bumping because this thread rocks =]
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what do they do then? they never throw up?
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Once at 1 in the morning on the subway in atlanta coming back from a concert I had an intense lesson about god from a rastaman. Who then offered me drugs to buy at the end of the conversation.
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LOL. This thread is FUNNNNNNNY.
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As inappropriate as that is, I would have laughed. I cracked up just reading it. Then again, I'm an easy laugh.
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This kind of thing scares me. I find "potty humor" hilarious, and I laugh very easily... and loudly. I'm so terrified that something inappropriate will happen and I won't be able to refrain from laughing.
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Horses are completely incapable of throwing up. Also, unlike humans, if a horse gets colic, death can sometimes occur. And as much as I love horses, they're not God's brightest creatures. People sometimes put a feed or water bucket in a tire (keeps it from being tipped over). Horses have been known to chew on the tires. And if it's a radial tire, that can get twisted up in their gut which can result in death.
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This wasn't during an interview, but it was still pretty embarassing....
I was eating lunch with the other interviewees, the Dean, and the tour guide. I tried to spear a grape with my fork (BAD idea), at which point it flew across the table and landed in the plate of the guy sitting across from me. Luckily he was cool and we both started cracking up, but I feel like I should take dining etiquette classes before I eat in a public setting.
I was eating lunch with the other interviewees, the Dean, and the tour guide. I tried to spear a grape with my fork (BAD idea), at which point it flew across the table and landed in the plate of the guy sitting across from me. Luckily he was cool and we both started cracking up, but I feel like I should take dining etiquette classes before I eat in a public setting.
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On one of my interviews, I had this South Asian physician who also happended to be a matchmaker..... with his own matchmaking / dating internet service thingy....
And basically for a good 40-50% of my interview (which was 45 mins long), he tried to convince me that as a "smart" girl I would never find a husband and that I should let him help me find a guy through his service....
I'm not kidding.
And basically for a good 40-50% of my interview (which was 45 mins long), he tried to convince me that as a "smart" girl I would never find a husband and that I should let him help me find a guy through his service....
I'm not kidding.
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It was my first interview and I was nervous and this lady was not helping. She constantly looked at me like she was ticked off at me. Two things happened. First, I'm so nervous my mouth is getting really dry, then my lips. While I was answering a question my upper lip somehow got stuck to my teeth and rolled under itself. I had to lick my teeth in the middle of my answer to get it unstuck and she gave me this weird look like she thought I was trying to be suggestive.
Second, I ask her why the students at the school have historically scored lower on the Step 1 and what was the school doing to improve the scores. She replies, "Well, we try to have a diverse student population here... And minorities are bad test takers in general. So they bring down the school's average." I swear that's what she said, completely straight faced as she played with one of the three Jesus fish necklaces she was wearing. I was completely thrown off and could only reply, "hmm."
Second, I ask her why the students at the school have historically scored lower on the Step 1 and what was the school doing to improve the scores. She replies, "Well, we try to have a diverse student population here... And minorities are bad test takers in general. So they bring down the school's average." I swear that's what she said, completely straight faced as she played with one of the three Jesus fish necklaces she was wearing. I was completely thrown off and could only reply, "hmm."
