A lot of interviews start out with this question. I hate it because its so open-ended....what do you say? how long do you "talk about yourself"?
this may not help but i just wanted to let you know of an awkward situation i was in...
The interview was the last part of the interview day and I had realized throughout the day that the school was not for me and I did not want to attend that school... I was then asked the question tell me about yourself... well the only thing i was thinking in my head was, "well, i dont really want to attend this school".....out came an awkward long pause making it seem i knew nothing about myself and then came out all this blab i couldnt even recall 5 mins after the interview
Start at the beginning. What was your family like growing up, how were your interests developed, what qualities did you show growing up? Were there any challenges? And go from there. You can reiterate what your major or degree(s) are in or any life experiences even if it is on your application. But keep it short and hopefully related to your qualities and the school's own goals and emphases. If they want to know more about something, they'll ask.
This intro question usually has a second half, often asked at the same time: why do you want to be a physician? I think you're better off answering the first completely before moving on to this, because that one lets you say more about why you're unique and gives you things to refer back to. You can still do it all in under 2 minutes.
A lot of interviews start out with this question. I hate it because its so open-ended....what do you say? how long do you "talk about yourself"?
haha!! that sucks... did u end up getting in anyway?
thanks! this helps!
I was asking because I was reading somewhere about how you should discuss why you'd be a good asset to the school but I didnt agree because its not really answering the question
I find out at the end of the month...
3dee said:A lot of interviews start out with this question. I hate it because its so open-ended....what do you say?
A short summary. Try to consider it an "elevator conversation". It usually isn't the make or break part of the interview. It is just there to break the ice and direct conversation a bit.
Start at the beginning. What was your family like growing up, how were your interests developed, what qualities did you show growing up? Were there any challenges? And go from there. You can reiterate what your major or degree(s) are in or any life experiences even if it is on your application. But keep it short and hopefully related to your qualities and the school's own goals and emphases. If they want to know more about something, they'll ask.
This intro question usually has a second half, often asked at the same time: why do you want to be a physician? I think you're better off answering the first completely before moving on to this, because that one lets you say more about why you're unique and gives you things to refer back to. You can still do it all in under 2 minutes.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
hahaha the analogy of a "date" seems to fit; you definitely want the person to give you a "second call" or ask you on another date 😉the interview is like a date...it is better to flatter than to flaunt. The recent article from Psychology Today says that those interviewees who used flattery (instead of boasting) were judged more favorably post-interview. Just something to consider when out on the trail 🙂
the interview is like a date...it is better to flatter than to flaunt. The recent article from Psychology Today says that those interviewees who used flattery (instead of boasting) were judged more favorably post-interview. Just something to consider when out on the trail 🙂
the following quote is more like flattery...I'm curious though - what would be an example of flattery? I know what flaunting is, but I can see how what people would consider "flattery" could vary widely...
...my interviewer explained that the exams she writes up for the PBL pathway are over 50 pages long, to which I responded, "Haha, it must take quite a while to create one of those exams" and we had a good laugh.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
the interview is like a date...it is better to flatter than to flaunt. The recent article from Psychology Today says that those interviewees who used flattery (instead of boasting) were judged more favorably post-interview. Just something to consider when out on the trail 🙂
That's exactly how I treated my successful interviews. A date.
lol i hope it wasn't awkward in same-sex interviews
if not, you must be an incredible smooth talker 😎
the interview is like a date...it is better to flatter than to flaunt. The recent article from Psychology Today says that those interviewees who used flattery (instead of boasting) were judged more favorably post-interview. Just something to consider when out on the trail 🙂
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I like one of the quotes on your signature EricH...cept the one I heard was,
"Never trust a bald barber"
I used to shave my grandpa's head some years ago...and he would say that to me everytime I was about to cut his hair. Keep in mind, I wasn't bald...but my head was shaved and I only knew how to give one type of haircut!
Dr. Evil is my favorite doctor.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
I can't believe people don't realize what this is.
Amazing Dr. Evil quote lol. C'mon people, Austin Powers!
i need a youtube video link for that 'soliloquy'