<p>A couple of weeks ago, my interviewer asked me if my outfit was my “interview outfit.” I was like, “Yeah…” I wasn’t sure if she was impressed by the fact that I dressed up or if I just looked really awkward in my nice clothes.</p>
<p>Uh…</p>
<p>This was last year at my Brown interview…</p>
<p>I was meeting my interviewer at a local coffee shop, with 2 floors. I got there about 20 minutes early, and so I sat at a table on the first floor waiting for her to come in. Half an hour later…she walks down from the second floor and asks if I was her interviewee. Oops…</p>
<p>I had some funky organic tea to drink, and it didn’t quite agree with me. I had to excuse myself to go throw up in the bathroom. I really, really, really hope she didn’t hear that.</p>
<p>I came back with my hair and clothes disheveled, a face pale as death, and my fly down. (Didn’t realize the last part at the time.) She ended the interview 30 seconds later.</p>
<p>I got in! :o</p>
<p>Recently had an interview for Dartmouth, but I had already been athletically recruited and received a “likely letter.” (I didn’t tell the interviewer this before because I still wanted the interview)</p>
<p>So, question comes up: “Why do you want to get in to Dartmouth”
Me: “Well…(not wanting to sound rude)…I am actually already in” <em>explains athletic recruitment</em>
Him: “So this is for nothing then?”
Me: “Um…”</p>
<p>And then…</p>
<p>Him: “What are your favorite books?”
Me: “Wuthering Heights and Counte of Monte Cristo” I blurt out without really thinking.
Him: 'Why do you like each?"
Me: So I begin to explain the interesting theme of ‘revenge’ in Wuthering Heights, when I realize that both books center on revenge. I start to stammer because I don’t want him to think I’m a psycho who’s obsessed with revenge. Eventually, I answered the question, and he just said “Ok then.” </p>
<p>Finally,</p>
<p>Him: “If you were given the resources for a grant, what would you research?” (I had a brilliant answer prepared for this question, but COULD NOT remember it)
Me: “Well…I really like history so something in that subject”
Him: “What exactly?”
Me: (racking my brain furiously) “Um…probably something to do with presidents” (***?! seriously? Not at all what I had planned)</p>
<p>This thread is fantastic, btw!</p>
<p>I was running late for my USC interview last December and I accidentally went to the Marriott instead of the JW Mariott where the interview was. When I realized that, I had to run across the street in Atlanta traffic and upstairs. I got up there out of breath and I asked a woman standing nearby who looked like a hotel employee where the USC reception room is (gasping at this point) and she says “Are you Richard?” I nod. “I’m your interviewer.”
Oh, crap!</p>
<p>For a college interview, my interviewer asked me the rather cliche question, “If you could have dinner with any three people, who would you choose and why?” I told her some old mathematicians and then she asked me what I would serve them. I BS’d some answer. Then she tried to convince me that they’d be vegan if they lived today…
During this same interview I told her that I had a presentation over Crime and Punishment next week, to which she remarked, “Oh, that sounds like an interesting class.” Yeah. That’s a book.</p>
<p>She didn’t mean that the class you’re doing the presentation for sounds interesting? At least that’s what I’d assume she meant I think…</p>
<p>At the end of my Georgetown interview, I attempted to shake my interviewer’s hand as we were walking to the parking lot. Her hands were full and she had to struggle to shift stuff out of that hand to shake mine. I felt like a dork. Awk</p>
<p>Recently had an interview for college x. Went really well until we were saying goodbye and he was walking me to his front door.</p>
<p>I bend down to put my shoes back on (I had taken them off when I came into his house, out of mere politeness). Grabbed one shoe and tried to put it on while balancing on 1 leg. Usually my balance is pretty good, but I still had some nerves left from the interview.</p>
<p>Anyway, I have my foot halfway in the shoe when I start to lose balance; I sway side-to-side for a second trying to regain it, no success unfortunately.</p>
<p>My hands swing out trying to grasp onto something; however, the only things around are an expensive-looking ornate vase and my interviewer himself. </p>
<p>So what do I do?</p>
<p>I grab onto the pants of the interviewer, then realize that I am grabbing his pants so I let go, and fall to the ground with 1 shoe still half on and the interviewer stumbling backwards from the force of my fall. </p>
<p>Yup, I basically physically attacked my interviewer. He seemed to find it somewhat amusing, but I have had several nightmares over it.</p>
<p>Brilliant thread, btw.</p>
<p>One interview, I asked, “and dine in the streets?” but it must have came out sounding like, “and dying in the streets?” because her eyes went wide and said, “excuse me??”</p>
<p>Then there’s the time my interviewers said “good luck!” and I replied, “you too.” o_o</p>
<p>I was explaining my love of playwriting to my interviewer:</p>
<p>“It’s much more objective and truer to me; instead of an omnipotent narrator saying ‘Tom felt angry’ like in prose, you can just write stage directions that say ‘Tom smashes a glass’–”</p>
<p>I then remembered that the interviewer’s name was Tom.</p>
<p>We both burst out into hysterical laughter.</p>
<p>A friend of mine mentioned in her interview that she could speak a little French, certainly not fluently but with the ability to carry on a conversation. The interviewer began speaking in French really quickly and my friend didn’t comprehend a thing. I believe she smiled and nodded, and replied with something like, “Ahhh wi!”.</p>
<p>o my god!!
this thread is so hilarious!! I can’t stop laughing!! I will have my Uchicago interview tomorrow, so after that I certainly can contribute something :D</p>
<p>o my god!!
this thread is so hilarious!! I can’t stop laughing!! I will have my Uchicago interview tomorrow, so after that I certainly can contribute something :D</p>
<p>So I just had my interview for a prestigious college and it went pretty well. The lady was nice and we had some things in common, but I had a few awkward pauses where I tried to think of some good questions to ask and toward the end of an hour, I was out of things to ask. However, the real awkward moment came when I shook her hand and got ready to leave…</p>
<p>I stood up too quickly and knocked my head on the bulb-light above the table. This was in McDonalds too (I hadn’t been inside that specific one in years–back then they didn’t have large lights jetting from the ceiling). It seems like a great last impression to give someone.</p>
<p>^Haha… Things like that always happen to me in social conventions like that lol</p>
<p>Not a funny awkward interview moment</p>
<p>So i went through this nice interview and everything was going great. And then the guy says “okay,off the record–I just want to ask you a question. Where did you get those scratches on your arm?”
Me: (embarrassed) tries to keep smile on face erm, nothing, just scratches,
Guy: Because I have seen scratches like that before. On people who cut themselves.
He apologizes for being nosy. I smile as graciously as possible and attempt to ignore the vomit burbling in my stomach.
End Interview</p>
<p>Great, now he thinks I’m a nutcase.</p>
<p>Why wouldn’t you tell him how you got them? Your fault IMO.</p>
<p>My name is Andrew. My interview was with a very old (perhaps older than dirt) Stanford alumnus, with what seemed a permanent scowl.</p>
<p>“So, do you prefer Andrew or Andy?” he asked me as we sat down.</p>
<p>I nervously replied. “You can call me either”…of course this was not the case (nobody calls me andy), so I quickly tried to pull it back around… “or Andrew, probably Andrew, is my name.”<–= nice… not moronic at all.</p>
<p>After responding, there was a gap… not sure why…a few seconds, maybe ten seconds, seemed like minutes. So in order to fill the awkward silence I panicked and uttered the first thing that came to my anxious scrambled brain: 'Yep, that’s how I roll". (Honestly, I said that out loud).</p>
<p>The look he gave me is indelibly burned onto my eyes; A shocked expression you might expect to receive had you addressed your father’s boss as “dude” or had presented him a fistbump instead of a handshake. The horror… the horror…(Marlon Brando as Colonel Kurtz in Apocalypse Now).</p>
<p>Excellent thread. Reminds me of my first job interview, where I wore a new suit with the tags still attached. I didn’t realize this until after the interview.</p>
<p>Yeah, nil, how DID you get them? And why wouldn’t you just tell him?</p>