<p>I had my Harvard interview today. Here's the synopsis: I get there early, i get our of my dad's truck (i drove alone) with e erything I needed. Except my keys. I was like, hmm, i'll deal with that after the interview. So i go into the nice law office in stockton, and the secretary let my interviewer know that I was there. He comes out and we go to a board room. He wa very nice (a youthful ld the US reconcile with countrues like France, Germany, and Sweden, which are upset with the US going into war alone and without conversation?" I gave some ok answers, but they really caught me off guard. Then we talked about my favorite classes, music, tennis, academic decathlon, and why I wanted to go to Harvard (another difficult question, but I was expecting it). Then he let me ask him questions. I asked about balancing fun with the academic rigor. It was a pretty good interview overall.</p>
<p>i had my interview today as well. it was also at a law office. funny, i didn't get asked any hard questions. i'd anticipating ones like "why do you want to go to harvard", and "what makes you unique from the rest of the applicant pool," and other questions that'd make me think.</p>
<p>i didn't get asked any of those. my interviewer asked me for my stats, classes, ECs, and where else i applied. we also spent a lot of time discussing life at cambridge and all. she thought i was funny, but i feel that we weren't serious enough. i kind of wish i'd been asked some hard questions.</p>
<p>allure.. i had my interview today, and it was very similar to your's although we had it at school. it was about an hour and ten minutes, and I feel that it went very well... he didn't even ask why harvard though!</p>
<p>So how did you get your keys out of the car? </p>
<p>(I have my interview next Saturday!)</p>
<p>Yeah. Finish the story. I want to know what happened.</p>
<p>Mine was AwEsoMe. It was at Starbucks and pretty casual. My interviewer was a pediatrician---She even invited me over for dinner at her house w/ her family on Sunday. I'd say that's a good sign!</p>
<p>You guys are lucky. Mine was with a high-profile alumni in his presidential office.</p>
<p>elevenbanks, the key.</p>
<p>Harpingchic,</p>
<p>yeah, i was actually ready to answer those questions too! i didn't even get a chance to say why harvard, or why i'm unique, or what i do for outside reading. i was afraid the last question would be asked, since my only reading consists of english assignments, my chem textbook, cereal boxes, and magazines.</p>
<p>my interview lasted an hour and a half. i was running a bit late, and signing in at the front desk was irritating. </p>
<p>i'm sending a thank-you note this weekend. but i'm still surprised at how relaxed the ordeal was. i wonder if i came across as frivolous.</p>
<p>and yes, tell the car key story, please.</p>
<p>what about your locked keys? i don't get it... why just briefly mention it?</p>
<p>well, it happened like this. so i was sitting in my dad's truck outside of the law office where my intervierw was. i was there like 30 minutes early, so I sat in the truck going over the things I wanted to mention and listening to music. Everytime I don't take they keys out of tyhe ignition right after I turn the car off, I ALWAYS forget them in there. This was no exception. I got my things together, and locked the door. I was half way to the office's door, and I realized I wanted to take off my coat. So i go back to the truck and realize my keys were locked in there. I didn't panic since I had everything i needed. I was only worried about my interviewer seeing the triple A guy helping me out. Haha, not a good sign of a Harvard hopeful. Anyways, so i go in there and have the interview. I came back out and called triple A. It took them 40 minutes to get there. I just wandered around in the dark talking on my phone until he got there. While I was talking to my mom, telling her how it all went, this lady asks me for a cigarette. I said I didn't have one. then she asks if I smoke. i say no. (mind you she's a snaggle tooth weirdo lady) then she asks if she can borrow my cell phone. i reluctantly say yes. she calls her husband to pick her up. she yells at him and calls him a loser. i was wierded out to say the least. she goes away, and the triple A guy fixes my car. as he's doing this, however, I get a call. "Is marjerie there!!?" I say, "uh no..." he responds, "well, where the he*l is she?" I say "oh she's the lady that borrowed my phone. she's gone." then i hung up. anyways, it was quite the memorable interview.</p>
<p>It sounds like everything but the interview was memorable.</p>
<p>it's true. except that i was so good, he basically offered me admission</p>
<p>"it's true. except that i was so good, he basically offered me admission"</p>
<p>now, how would you get offered admission. it's not like he's an admissions officer.</p>
<p>oh i just said that because netshark lowered my self-esteem. it was a good interview, but acceptance sadly wasn't offered.</p>
<p>i'll admit it. I'm a terrible person.</p>
<p>bad netshark, bashing on elevenbanks.
;)</p>