and Winston Churchill
I talked about money laundering and how to do it. Interviewer proceeded to thank me on teaching him how to move his cash.
Short story; I got accepted.
Alright, I was on my tour for Culver and was walking around with my interviewer. I didn’t own any flats, so I borrowed my mom’s.
Bad idea. She wears an 8.5. I wear a 10.
My feet were absolutely screaming at me as we were walking around the campus. So bad, I had to take my flats off. I was mortified, walking around Culver with no shoes on.
No biggie, though, cause I still got accepted.
Not exactly a story, but at one of my interviews, the interviewer said that one of their students signed up for 39 clubs.
Apparently, it did not end well for the student…
A little late to the thread but l definitely had a rough application process.
My first interview was a trainwreck. I was making tea in the waiting room when my interviewer called my name. During the interview, the cup of tea down my (white) dress. I spent the next 5 minutes cleaning up in the restroom, where my interviewer waited patiently. Not the best start. I spent the next thirty minutes uncomfortably adjusting myself as the wet dress dripped onto my shoes. The brown stain on the dress still reminds me of the mortifying incident.
On a somewhat related note, I have a very embarrassing essay story. I had a widget that corrected “Donald Trump” to “Scrooge McDuck”, simply as a immature joke. When I wrote my essays, I forgot to turn off the widget. This lead to me submitting a short-response about "The Scrooge McDuck Administration. Luckily, I called the school and emailed an updated pdf. 
@saigonollie Did you get into either of the schools in the stories?
@Ravenclaw3 I was wait listed at both. Neither was them were my top choice, however.
Where are you going next year?
@saigonollie Scrooge McDuck… that’s hilarious :))
@emro12, just realized it corrected Donald Trump to Scrooge McDuck again.
@Ravenclaw3 I am going to Choate.
@emro12, just realized it corrected Donald Trump to Scrooge McDuck again.
@Ravenclaw3 I am going to Choate.
That Scrooge McDuck story is super funny!
Let’s just say that I was extraordinarily tired and it somehow made sense to me at the time to shake my mom’s hand instead of the interviewer’s.
I’ll be going to the school next fall.
I was interviewing a new math teacher once. She was on time, but with a HUGE, fresh coffee stain down the front of her dress.
She began by apologizing for it. She had dropped off her husband at the train station on the way, so she was on a pretty tight schedule in terms of making the interview. She brought along a cup of coffee, and when she stopped short and spilled it, she didn’t have enough time to go home and change.
Her choices were to be on time or to be coffee stained, and she chose to be stained.
So there was a woman who had to make a spot decision (pun intended) and made the right one. She’s the one we wanted in front of a class of adolescents.
When I quit a few years later to be home with my young kids, she was the one who succeeded me as department chair.
Fast forward 5 years from the previous post. I was the one going on interviews, since finances dictated that I needed to go back to work and I wasn’t sure my old job would have a spot. (They eventually did, and I’ve been back there since 2005.)
With 3 young kids, getting ready for the interview wasn’t a leisurely matter. I had my suit and a pretty sheer blouse, but couldn’t find a camisole to wear under it. No problem, I figured, the suit would cover me up and I would stay decent.
Which would have been fine. But the interview went so well that, in addition to offering me the job, they invited me to the end of the year faculty picnic being held on the field.
So there I was, eating picnic food in mid June, with temperatures in the 80’s, at a picnic table with teachers in shorts and T’s… and unable to take off my suit jacket because my blouse was almost see-through.I’m sure the other teachers wondered about that.