<p>Hm, I had several awkward interviews.</p>
<p>My Chicago interview, though, had to have been the worst. One of my best friends is a junior there now, and was decent friends with the '07 alum who was to be my interviewer. Now, this girl and I are complete opposites in many way - she's quite a partier/frathouse type, and she thought it would be funny to show me a drunken facebook picture of said interviewer in advance of the interview...</p>
<p>I get there, down the hall from a Harvard interview (I go to a NE boarding school - they come interview here), and sit down.
Him: "I'm not going to ask you weird questions."
Me: "Yeah, I heard you would ask me what vegetable I'd be, if I were a vegetable." (I did hear this!)
Him: I'm...not going to ask you that. But just for fun, what would you be?
Me: Tomato. (a pause). Damn it, that's a fruit.</p>
<p>And later.
Me: My friend, X, goes there.
Him (distastefully): Oh, so...she's....your friend.
Me: ...yes?
Him: Yeah, well...she's - she's an interesting character, *Sarah, yeah. She's...had some issues. She's...still finding herself.
And the interview proceeded to turn into a gossip session about "Sarah." Not fun at all. He was nasty, condescending, and thoroughly soured me on Chicago.</p>
<p>My Harvard interview was awkwardly good, though. The boarding school I attend is famous for its seminar-style teaching, in which all class is conducted by means of round-table discussions, without the teacher talking. I dislike it violently, preferring to learn material first and discuss it later.
She: "Why Harvard?"
Me - so sick of Exeter, I figure I might as well be truthful: "I sat in on this amazing lecture on Oscar Wilde. And I realized - I'm so sick of seminars. And while some people aren't attracted to the incredible lecture-centricity of Harvard, I really just want to sit in a chair, and not say anything, and listen to someone brilliant tell me something interesting and learn it. I am so sick of debating, and discussing, and partaking in this Harkness system where the nicest-sounding argument wins, regardless of whether it's true or not. I'm sick of trying to prove that X is Y based on one paragraph in a textbook - I don't know what I'm talking about! I can't! I just - oh, I just want to LEARN SOMETHING ALREADY!" By this point, I was in full-on accusatory mode.</p>
<p>After an awful silence, she smiles and says. "Wow. That's actually a really good reason." And the interview went well from there.</p>
<p>From my interview at Oxford
Interviewer: Have your studies of US History influenced your take on religion in America?
Me: Oh, yes [begins a long protestantism/capitalism/calvinist ethics spiel.] Now, Albert Finney, the theologian...
...there is a silence.
Me: Oh, God. Did I just say Albert Finney.
Lovely British Man: I believe you did.
Me: Yes. Wow. I cannot believe I just said that. I meant Charles Grandison Finney. Wow.
And then I burst out laughing.
Me: Well, now that I got the embarassing part over with...</p>
<p>Happy ending - I got an offer from Oxford, my first choice, and withdrew the applications to the rest.</p>