I am so sorry. Hopefully they will recognize your perseverance and will reward it.
What Was Your Biggest Interview F-Up?!
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I am so sorry. Hopefully they will recognize your perseverance and will reward it.
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At my Penn State interview, we were getting a brief orientation from one of the administrators, and I noticed my fly was open. Not an immediate problem because I had a folder, but my interview was almost immediately after the orientation so that I would not have time to go to the men's room. So as soon as she left, I stood up, said excuse me to the other four or five applicants there, turned my back and very obviously zipped up. When in doubt, go for the cheap laugh.
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locitamd, I'm going to have to out myself as another witness to the pee revelation!
actually, I thought it was totally funny! <img border="0" alt="[Laughy]" title="" src="graemlins/laughy.gif" /> I bet you got in, right?
actually, I thought it was totally funny! <img border="0" alt="[Laughy]" title="" src="graemlins/laughy.gif" /> I bet you got in, right?
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OMG! how did that happen?!?!?!
•••quote:•••Originally posted by E'01:
•Well I was having this riveting conversation with my interviewer at Einstein who just happened to have a comfortably soothing voice - I dozed off (i closed my eyes) for a couple of seconds right in front of his face. You know when you're sitting in lecture or something and you doze off and you then violently jerk awake - well thats what happened. I was so mortified.•••••
•••quote:•••Originally posted by E'01:
•Well I was having this riveting conversation with my interviewer at Einstein who just happened to have a comfortably soothing voice - I dozed off (i closed my eyes) for a couple of seconds right in front of his face. You know when you're sitting in lecture or something and you doze off and you then violently jerk awake - well thats what happened. I was so mortified.•••••
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Vyc I was soo tired. It took me two hours to get to Einstein from Long Island - I got there like over an hour early (8-ish)...and the day didn't end until 5-ish. My interview was in the afternoon and I was just totally beat. I was expecting him to like tell me off or something when I reopened my eyes, but he didn't seem to notice and kept on talking...he was the nicest interviewer I've had...I felt so bad!
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Should'nt have worn that Def Leopard T-shirt with my purple leathers!
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This thread was awesome! Fell over laughing 2 or 3 times!
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I tore a giant run in my pantyhose 10 minutes before my interview at SLU without a replacement pair and had to go to the interview with the very obvious run showing. I gave the details of this story under "dumbest thing you ever did" in The Lounge. I was waitlisted, but eventually accepted; guess they didn't notice (or forgot about it by then)!
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well, i sort of have a medical school related story...
A few years back, I graduated in December before med school started. I was already accepted, but didn't really have anything to do until august. I decided to get a job with an engineering company that was right across from my downtown apartment. I got the interview and went into it knowing that i would have to BS like crazy to get the job. if the company ever found out about my med school plans in 8 months, they would never offer me a position. So, I went through one interview with no problems. had to answer questions about simple things...interests, grades, favorite subjects, thesis discussion, etc... afterwards, i thought i was a shoe-in for the job. later on that day, i met with the president of the company. it was a long ass interview. for about 45 minutes, we talked about the same BS topics. afterwards, he said he was going to "give me a test." Test? I thought he meant a personality test. so I said, "sure, no problem." He pulled out an engineering exam that he wrote to test whether I could peform basic analyses. I started to panic. didn't expect anything like that. i looked at each problem (5 total) and realized that i had forgotten how to solve all the problems! The reason i forgot was because i spent the past year fulfilling my premed requirements. i had only two engineering courses that year, the rest were pre med courses. the last time i solved those particular problems were about two years ago. well, i was sweating bullets. to make it worse, the president watched me fumble through the problems! It was the longest 30 minutes of my life. i couldn't solve a single problem! I tried to reason everything out, but i knew i was sunk.
after about 30 minutes of sweating through my suit and feeling my temperature rise, I just had a blank stare at the table. all i could think about was an episode of "Friends" where Joey lied about his resume on being a dancer. He was asked to lead a class of ballet dancers in a routine. All i could remember was seeing Joey start his stupid-ass routine...and finally bolting out the door. That was exactly what I was about to do. I actually looked over at my folder to make sure i could reach it before i bolted. i made a mental note about where the door was to the room. right when i was about to get up and run out, i realized i had NO IDEA where i was within office. i didn't know where the front door was.
Plan two: with the pres still staring at me, looking a bit impatient, i thought it would be easier to fess up and tell him the truth. that would be the fastest way to get the hell out of there. So, I admitted to him that I got into med school, and was just looking for a job for 8 months. I told him that the past year or so was nothing but pre med courses. i couldn't remember how to solve those problems. He just stared at me, looking confused. this stare lasted about 20 seconds (felt like an hour). He finally said it was OK and offered to "walk me through" the problems. Well of course as he explained the problems, i remembered everything.
I felt like a complete ass. never panicked before until that day. probably 1 second away from physically running out of an interview. to make a really long story short, I was still offered a job later that week!!!! Had no clue why that happened. The offer letter told me to stop by the office to talk about salaries and job responsibilities. Well, I was too embarassed to go back, so I just wrote a quick note and slipped it under the door. the note basically said i was not interested. For the next 8 months, everytime I drove by the office to go home, I made sure I had to duck my head to avoid being spotted.
Whew! Sure glad that was over.
A few years back, I graduated in December before med school started. I was already accepted, but didn't really have anything to do until august. I decided to get a job with an engineering company that was right across from my downtown apartment. I got the interview and went into it knowing that i would have to BS like crazy to get the job. if the company ever found out about my med school plans in 8 months, they would never offer me a position. So, I went through one interview with no problems. had to answer questions about simple things...interests, grades, favorite subjects, thesis discussion, etc... afterwards, i thought i was a shoe-in for the job. later on that day, i met with the president of the company. it was a long ass interview. for about 45 minutes, we talked about the same BS topics. afterwards, he said he was going to "give me a test." Test? I thought he meant a personality test. so I said, "sure, no problem." He pulled out an engineering exam that he wrote to test whether I could peform basic analyses. I started to panic. didn't expect anything like that. i looked at each problem (5 total) and realized that i had forgotten how to solve all the problems! The reason i forgot was because i spent the past year fulfilling my premed requirements. i had only two engineering courses that year, the rest were pre med courses. the last time i solved those particular problems were about two years ago. well, i was sweating bullets. to make it worse, the president watched me fumble through the problems! It was the longest 30 minutes of my life. i couldn't solve a single problem! I tried to reason everything out, but i knew i was sunk.
after about 30 minutes of sweating through my suit and feeling my temperature rise, I just had a blank stare at the table. all i could think about was an episode of "Friends" where Joey lied about his resume on being a dancer. He was asked to lead a class of ballet dancers in a routine. All i could remember was seeing Joey start his stupid-ass routine...and finally bolting out the door. That was exactly what I was about to do. I actually looked over at my folder to make sure i could reach it before i bolted. i made a mental note about where the door was to the room. right when i was about to get up and run out, i realized i had NO IDEA where i was within office. i didn't know where the front door was.
Plan two: with the pres still staring at me, looking a bit impatient, i thought it would be easier to fess up and tell him the truth. that would be the fastest way to get the hell out of there. So, I admitted to him that I got into med school, and was just looking for a job for 8 months. I told him that the past year or so was nothing but pre med courses. i couldn't remember how to solve those problems. He just stared at me, looking confused. this stare lasted about 20 seconds (felt like an hour). He finally said it was OK and offered to "walk me through" the problems. Well of course as he explained the problems, i remembered everything.
I felt like a complete ass. never panicked before until that day. probably 1 second away from physically running out of an interview. to make a really long story short, I was still offered a job later that week!!!! Had no clue why that happened. The offer letter told me to stop by the office to talk about salaries and job responsibilities. Well, I was too embarassed to go back, so I just wrote a quick note and slipped it under the door. the note basically said i was not interested. For the next 8 months, everytime I drove by the office to go home, I made sure I had to duck my head to avoid being spotted.
Whew! Sure glad that was over.
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It's not like I could really help what happened here, but the following sure made for an interesting interview:
Einstein was my 6th interview which is only impt because I felt like I had the interview thing wired by then. On the way up to the Bronx from Manhattan on the shuttle I started to feel like I was going to puke at any second. I thought, o god, don't puke on the bus Please! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="eek.gif" /> I finally got off the longest bus ride of my life and had a little less than an hour before my interview. After passing security I rushed into the bathroom and heaved. I finally got myself together and made my way to my interviewer feeling green as could be, but terrified of her knowing that I had been sick for fear she'd think of me as having a 'weak stomach' or that I was so nervous I threw up. (I wasn't!)
I barely remember the content of the interview, except that she was super nice and said at the end that I was an 'extremely qualified' candidate. I wanted to tell her, 'you should see me when I haven't been puking all morning.'
As it was, I was just grateful I didn't unexpectedly toss during the interview!
And it is a mystery to this day why I was so sick...nope, I'm not pregnant :wink:
Einstein was my 6th interview which is only impt because I felt like I had the interview thing wired by then. On the way up to the Bronx from Manhattan on the shuttle I started to feel like I was going to puke at any second. I thought, o god, don't puke on the bus Please! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="eek.gif" /> I finally got off the longest bus ride of my life and had a little less than an hour before my interview. After passing security I rushed into the bathroom and heaved. I finally got myself together and made my way to my interviewer feeling green as could be, but terrified of her knowing that I had been sick for fear she'd think of me as having a 'weak stomach' or that I was so nervous I threw up. (I wasn't!)
I barely remember the content of the interview, except that she was super nice and said at the end that I was an 'extremely qualified' candidate. I wanted to tell her, 'you should see me when I haven't been puking all morning.'
As it was, I was just grateful I didn't unexpectedly toss during the interview!
And it is a mystery to this day why I was so sick...nope, I'm not pregnant :wink:
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Originally posted by Femtochemistry
not funny !!!!
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This happened to a guy I met during an interview trip. Last Oct., I had been blessed to recieve an interview invitation to Georgetown on a thursday. So I called GW and was allowed to schedule my interview there on Friday. Well, on Thursday I met another guy who had done the same thing. Both of us had decent interviews at Georgetown and we met again the next day at George Washington. Well toward the end of the day, after I had finished up with interviewing, the guy I had met came into the room where all the applicants were with gaunt expression on his face. I asked him what happened. During the entire interview, he had referred to GW not by its name, but in every spot where he should have said GW he said Georgetown. His interviewer would just look at him and smile and continue to write in his pad. Only at the end of the interview when he was leaving, did the interviewer say "Oh, and by the way this is GW not Georgetown." To say the least, I felt bad for the guy.
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ouch. at least he didn't get it mixed up the other way around. - Joined
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This happened to a friend of a friend. He went into the Doctor's office for his interview and he was told to have a seat. There was only one chair in front of the Doctor's desk but instead of facing the desk, it was turned at a 90 degree angle so that it was facing the side wall. So, does he ask the interviewer if he can move the chair? No. Does he just turn the chair so he can speak face to face? Nope. Instead he decides to just sit in the chair facing the wrong way and give the entire interview with his head turned so he could talk. Of course he was rejected.
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these are sooooo funnyyyyy!
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At one interview, I stayed the night before at the first-year dorm. The next morning I was supposed to be at the admissions office at 8, so i got up at 7:15 to shower, get dressed, etc. So I was shaving my face in the communal bathroom down the hall, and I had shaved almost exactly one-half of my face (picture a line of shaving cream running longitudinally down the middle of my lip, chin, and neck, and while the right side was clean-shaven, the left was still covered in foam), when I reached down to rinse off my razor in the sink and BUMP! knocked it against the rim, sending my only Mach 3 cartridge swirling down the drain. It was 7:30.
I was FREAKING OUT. There was no one else in the bathroom, and I didn't know the area well enough to remember where a convenience store was located (nor did I have time, really). The first moment a person (student or grown-up) walked in the door, I literally pounced on them and asked if they had an unused spare razor or cartridge I could borrow. Took about three tries before someone finally came in around 7:45 and got a disposable from his room. Fastest shave ever, and I hauled ass to the admin office (oh, and did I mention I was sick with a fever too?). Moral of the story -- med school dorms usually suck (especially this one) but don't knock 'em, you might be glad for them when the need arises. Or I guess the moral could be "carry a second razor/cartridge", lest ye be accused of being two-faced in your interview.
Second story -- I was interviewing for a merit scholarship at another school, and they set up the interviews over a weekend where the candidates stay at the same hotel. It was actually a really fun weekend and pretty low-stress. Well, we got to Sunday and the final wrap-up session, in which the director of admissions laid out the procedure of how winners would be notified. He said that although decisions had been made, the candidates would not be notified until the next day by phone. "We didn't think it would be appropriate to call the winners tonight at the hotel, since many of you are sleeping together."
I bust a GUT! and then I realized that I was the only one laughing, and then I wondered why I was the only one laughing, and then I realized that he meant that some of us were sharing hotel rooms. oops..well, I didn't get the scholarship, although I don't think this was the reason why. It all worked out in the end, though, and I ended up at a school I now like with plenty of financial aid.
Enjoyed sharing these stories and reading everyone else's. Keep 'em coming
I was FREAKING OUT. There was no one else in the bathroom, and I didn't know the area well enough to remember where a convenience store was located (nor did I have time, really). The first moment a person (student or grown-up) walked in the door, I literally pounced on them and asked if they had an unused spare razor or cartridge I could borrow. Took about three tries before someone finally came in around 7:45 and got a disposable from his room. Fastest shave ever, and I hauled ass to the admin office (oh, and did I mention I was sick with a fever too?). Moral of the story -- med school dorms usually suck (especially this one) but don't knock 'em, you might be glad for them when the need arises. Or I guess the moral could be "carry a second razor/cartridge", lest ye be accused of being two-faced in your interview.
Second story -- I was interviewing for a merit scholarship at another school, and they set up the interviews over a weekend where the candidates stay at the same hotel. It was actually a really fun weekend and pretty low-stress. Well, we got to Sunday and the final wrap-up session, in which the director of admissions laid out the procedure of how winners would be notified. He said that although decisions had been made, the candidates would not be notified until the next day by phone. "We didn't think it would be appropriate to call the winners tonight at the hotel, since many of you are sleeping together."
I bust a GUT! and then I realized that I was the only one laughing, and then I wondered why I was the only one laughing, and then I realized that he meant that some of us were sharing hotel rooms. oops..well, I didn't get the scholarship, although I don't think this was the reason why. It all worked out in the end, though, and I ended up at a school I now like with plenty of financial aid.
Enjoyed sharing these stories and reading everyone else's. Keep 'em coming
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my horror stories both involve driving:
1) For my first med school interview, i had to take my parents' car b/c my car was in the shop. be it my nervousness or the fact that is was dark when i left home (6 am) and daylight when i got there (8 am), i accidentally left the car lights on. not surprisingly, after i finished the day at 3 the car wouldn't turn on. luckily, there was a really cool med student who offered his car and jumper cables. when i opened the hood of my parent's car to get recharged, i was stunned b/c i couldn't find the battery. i looked all over the place, and after 5 minutes of searching and not finding the battery or car manual, i decided to call up the dealership. so after a 20 minute wait, the dealer told me the battery was under the rear passenger seat! damn imports! it must have been a scene when all the interviewees, secretaries, and med students passed by me as they left to go home.
2) For my last med school interview (at my undergrad school), i was called a few days in advance by the admissions office and asked if i had a car to drive to a local VA hospital for one of my interviews. i agreed b/c i knew exactly where the VA hospital was as i had volunteered there many times before. after checking in on the day of the interview at the admissions office at 7:30 AM,
i was told to report at the VA hospital at 9:00 AM. now, the hospital is only 10 minutes away, so i went back to my dorm and checked my email, got some breakfast, even called my parents, and left about 8:30--just in case there was traffic. Well, i get to the VA at 8:45 and am trying to find the building where my interview was scheduled but to no avail. the building numbers didn't even go that high! after searching for 10 minutes, i finally asked for directions. my gut sank as i heard the receptionist laugh and tell me i was at the wrong VA hospital! turns out i was supposed to be at the VA in a city 10 miles away... needless to say i was freaked out and drove like mad to get to my interview on time. i ran a few reds, made a few illegal turns, and even went the wrong way down a one way street. got to my interview at 9:30ish and checked in with the secretary all sweaty and panting heavily. turns out the doctor i was interviewing with was a late too, and so from his perspective i was there on time.
1) For my first med school interview, i had to take my parents' car b/c my car was in the shop. be it my nervousness or the fact that is was dark when i left home (6 am) and daylight when i got there (8 am), i accidentally left the car lights on. not surprisingly, after i finished the day at 3 the car wouldn't turn on. luckily, there was a really cool med student who offered his car and jumper cables. when i opened the hood of my parent's car to get recharged, i was stunned b/c i couldn't find the battery. i looked all over the place, and after 5 minutes of searching and not finding the battery or car manual, i decided to call up the dealership. so after a 20 minute wait, the dealer told me the battery was under the rear passenger seat! damn imports! it must have been a scene when all the interviewees, secretaries, and med students passed by me as they left to go home.
2) For my last med school interview (at my undergrad school), i was called a few days in advance by the admissions office and asked if i had a car to drive to a local VA hospital for one of my interviews. i agreed b/c i knew exactly where the VA hospital was as i had volunteered there many times before. after checking in on the day of the interview at the admissions office at 7:30 AM,
i was told to report at the VA hospital at 9:00 AM. now, the hospital is only 10 minutes away, so i went back to my dorm and checked my email, got some breakfast, even called my parents, and left about 8:30--just in case there was traffic. Well, i get to the VA at 8:45 and am trying to find the building where my interview was scheduled but to no avail. the building numbers didn't even go that high! after searching for 10 minutes, i finally asked for directions. my gut sank as i heard the receptionist laugh and tell me i was at the wrong VA hospital! turns out i was supposed to be at the VA in a city 10 miles away... needless to say i was freaked out and drove like mad to get to my interview on time. i ran a few reds, made a few illegal turns, and even went the wrong way down a one way street. got to my interview at 9:30ish and checked in with the secretary all sweaty and panting heavily. turns out the doctor i was interviewing with was a late too, and so from his perspective i was there on time.
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Here's ONE (of many...sigh) of mine:
It's five minutes into the interview and I was really feeling awkward - my interviewer didn't seem at all interested in getting to know me and made barely any conversation. He didn't made any eye contact and kept staring at his computer screen (which was to his left, while I was sitting more towards his right) making occasional mouse clicks (like, what was he doing anyways? surfing the net?). He mentions something about buying houses, and, I, in a desperate attempt to get some attention from my "interviewer", told him my sister was a real estate agent and if he needs any help, he should call her....then, realizing my mistake, I say "but I guess it's inappropriate to advertise for my sister at an interview, huh?" He looks at me, like I just started doing the "chicken dance" in his office ....but I finally got his attention, right?
Nope, didn't get accepted to this one.
It's five minutes into the interview and I was really feeling awkward - my interviewer didn't seem at all interested in getting to know me and made barely any conversation. He didn't made any eye contact and kept staring at his computer screen (which was to his left, while I was sitting more towards his right) making occasional mouse clicks (like, what was he doing anyways? surfing the net?). He mentions something about buying houses, and, I, in a desperate attempt to get some attention from my "interviewer", told him my sister was a real estate agent and if he needs any help, he should call her....then, realizing my mistake, I say "but I guess it's inappropriate to advertise for my sister at an interview, huh?" He looks at me, like I just started doing the "chicken dance" in his office
....but I finally got his attention, right?Nope, didn't get accepted to this one.
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I wonder if interviewers ever sit down and share stories about interviewees from their perspective... I bet that would be funny.
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Originally posted by TTT
He looks at me, like I just started doing the "chicken dance" in his office
You should have actually done it. At least then you'd have a cool story to tell.
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i am at my interview, and the interviewers asks about practicing rural medicine. I start listing off the various challenges that face rural practitioners and then he asks about the benefits. I decide to start with "well the lawyers aren't chasing you as fast" But that interview was going badly, the guy was drawing a self portrait during the whole interview
Didn't get in at that school
Didn't get in at that school
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Wow, best thread in months. E'01, I really laughed hysterically that you actually fell asleep during an interview. But I'm happy 4 u that the interviewer was none the wiser.
I actually have many interview stories but none of them is hysterically funny. Here goes:
My interview at JHU was going very well. After my interviewer had asked all his questions he invited me to ask him questions. This was also going well till I decided to ask a question about something Dean White (Dean of admissions) said earlier in the day. My interviewer was apalled that Dean White actually said what I claimed he said. I believe he made a mental note to confront Dean White about it. I didn't exaclty like that so I lamely said that maybe I didn't hear what the Dean said clearly. Anyways, later on in the evening I'm driving around with my student host and re-playing the interview in my head when it suddenly hit me like a rock that Dean White did not say what I claimed he said. It was the faculty member who sat at my lunch table who made the statement. At this point, I'm almost in tears, knowing very well that there is nothing I can do about this. It was too late to make amends.
Of course, it also doesn't help that after my interview, I was told that my last test was to find my way back into the room where the other applicants were. Although the room was just down the hall, I walked into another interview and two offices b4 I finally got to the waiting room All this while my interviewer was standing in the hallway cheering: " go on, you're doing well"
It's a miracle that I got in.
I actually have many interview stories but none of them is hysterically funny. Here goes:
My interview at JHU was going very well. After my interviewer had asked all his questions he invited me to ask him questions. This was also going well till I decided to ask a question about something Dean White (Dean of admissions) said earlier in the day. My interviewer was apalled that Dean White actually said what I claimed he said. I believe he made a mental note to confront Dean White about it. I didn't exaclty like that so I lamely said that maybe I didn't hear what the Dean said clearly. Anyways, later on in the evening I'm driving around with my student host and re-playing the interview in my head when it suddenly hit me like a rock that Dean White did not say what I claimed he said. It was the faculty member who sat at my lunch table who made the statement. At this point, I'm almost in tears, knowing very well that there is nothing I can do about this. It was too late to make amends.
Of course, it also doesn't help that after my interview, I was told that my last test was to find my way back into the room where the other applicants were. Although the room was just down the hall, I walked into another interview and two offices b4 I finally got to the waiting room
All this while my interviewer was standing in the hallway cheering: " go on, you're doing well"It's a miracle that I got in.
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Originally posted by TTT
Here's ONE (of many...sigh) of mine:
It's five minutes into the interview and I was really feeling awkward - my interviewer didn't seem at all interested in getting to know me and made barely any conversation. He didn't made any eye contact and kept staring at his computer screen (which was to his left, while I was sitting more towards his right) making occasional mouse clicks (like, what was he doing anyways? surfing the net?). He mentions something about buying houses, and, I, in a desperate attempt to get some attention from my "interviewer", told him my sister was a real estate agent and if he needs any help, he should call her....then, realizing my mistake, I say "but I guess it's inappropriate to advertise for my sister at an interview, huh?" He looks at me, like I just started doing the "chicken dance" in his office
Nope, didn't get accepted to this one.
I've heard you can request a re-interview if your interviewer is particularly appalling, as in this case.
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At UCLA, I went over to the hospital early that day, walked around for awhile all nervous in my suit. Finally, about 15 minutes before my interview, I went up to the desk that said "Admissions" and I said I had an appointment. They looked confused. They said "which doctor" I said I didn't know, and then they looked even more confused.
After a moment they said, Oh, you must want MED SCHOOL admissions. This is INPATIENT HOSPITAL ADMISSIONS. I felt pretty stupid for getting myself all worked up for nada!
After a moment they said, Oh, you must want MED SCHOOL admissions. This is INPATIENT HOSPITAL ADMISSIONS. I felt pretty stupid for getting myself all worked up for nada!
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LOL!
That's the best one! 
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We can't let this thread die -- it's simply tooooooo funny. It makes me laugh because I can see all of these things happening to me at my interviews, and all at the same time!
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OK, this happened a few years ago (we, in Europe, apply to med school in the UK during high school).
I'm at Cambridge, sitting in front of this strange-looking guy who is rattling on about how great Cambridge is, and what a dump Oxford is, and why aren't I studying astrophysics, isn't it a fascinating subject, while I smile feebly wishing my ears weren't heating up.
Thinking that I'm the scientific type, which I honestly am not, he pauses, then attempts to finish me off :"Enough talk about science, Miss Ilovetocut, let's discuss French literature".
haha, my man, you're in for it now.
You see, French lit was my thing at the time so I bullshat about existentialism in the works of this obscure writer I knew he would have no clue about, laughing internally at his deflated face that read "I say, this girl isn't quite as mentally deficient as I had believed", and starting to have a merry old time, feeling more and more confident as we chat like old friends.
After half an hour of cheerful exchange, I, still giggling (and feeling oh so charming) turn around, point at a framed picture of this person in a Cambridge graduation robe, and pompously ask "So, Professor P...that would be you, n'est-ce-pas?".
His smile fades...
"No, that's my wife."
I'm at Cambridge, sitting in front of this strange-looking guy who is rattling on about how great Cambridge is, and what a dump Oxford is, and why aren't I studying astrophysics, isn't it a fascinating subject, while I smile feebly wishing my ears weren't heating up.
Thinking that I'm the scientific type, which I honestly am not, he pauses, then attempts to finish me off :"Enough talk about science, Miss Ilovetocut, let's discuss French literature".
haha, my man, you're in for it now.
You see, French lit was my thing at the time so I bullshat about existentialism in the works of this obscure writer I knew he would have no clue about, laughing internally at his deflated face that read "I say, this girl isn't quite as mentally deficient as I had believed", and starting to have a merry old time, feeling more and more confident as we chat like old friends.
After half an hour of cheerful exchange, I, still giggling (and feeling oh so charming) turn around, point at a framed picture of this person in a Cambridge graduation robe, and pompously ask "So, Professor P...that would be you, n'est-ce-pas?".
His smile fades...
"No, that's my wife."
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*****......heheeh j/k
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At Wake, the first question my interviewer asked was "Why didn't you get in last year?" Feeling confident I smiled and said, "I'm not sure but if you know the reasons I'd love to hear them." He was not amused and continued on this line of questioning, "Were you arrogant?" "Uh....no"
I got in...somehow.
I got in...somehow.
