<p>I had an interview in the beginning of December. It went badly–and I say this not because my interviewer had a negative impression of me, but mostly because I couldn’t stop talking. And neither could he.</p>
<p>To begin, my interviewer spoke at length (15 minutes, I counted) about the purpose of an interview, as if I didn’t know already. Spouting off the most ridiculous analogies, he bored me to tears and heightened my stress level considerably before asking me even one question. One of those analogies was, “Your application will be on the fourth story in a 10-story building, and you’ve gotta make the admissions officer reach into that story”–and here he paused to mime the action–“and the only way that will happen is if you’ve got to have something that really makes you stand out from everyone else.” Seriously. -_-</p>
<p>After that, he asked me several questions, the first of which was why I wanted to go to Columbia. First, I told him what I looked for in a school (and how Columbia met all those criteria), then I talked about how I had met a Columbia student when I was younger and my family was in dire straits financially, and how she had inspired me to think big, to take academic risks, and to remember that school was to help me become a better person, not just to stuff my head with facts. That memory, coupled with my extensive research and interest in the school approx. a decade later made me want to apply to Columbia. And then there was the matter of an incisive paper they had written on agricultural subsidies that I had read. Anything on that topic piques my interest, really, but I loved that paper.</p>
<p>But I digress.</p>
<p>After giving an unnecessarily long-winded answer (and really, the guy was bored as heck while I spoke), he then just asked a few questions about my school activities. We seemed to click on the topic of journalism and how Columbia’s school of journalism would be a great influence, even if my future career plans didn’t necessarily include it. He totally glossed over Mock Trial once I told him I had never gone to the federal court in NYC even though I’ve lived on LI for many, many years and the court is a short subway ride away. I have visited it in my dreams, though, but that probably wouldn’t have counted.</p>
<p>MUN also occupied a good deal of time, giving me an opportunity to segue into the topic of agricultural subsidies. We also talked at great length about Haiti, agricultural subsidies and the Artibonite Valley, and how these policies had led to me sitting in the chair before him. Then, we just talked about the U.S.'s role in the world, the meaning of justice, and whether shade grown coffee was just another good-intentioned movement gone awry (since we were at Starbucks, this was doubly appropriate). He was a great guy, but I wondered why he was class of '68. At any rate, it was much better than Harvard, which gave me class of '62. I seem to have an affinity for old Jewish men–that pretty much describes every interviewer I’ve had thus far.</p>
<p>Again, another digression. But you did say rants were okay. :)</p>
<p>Pretty much, just go in there and sock it to 'em. Talk about what you like to do and what you like to think about, and if they don’t like it, well then TOO BAD. Or just delve into abstractions. Those are fun.</p>
<p>**Note: as a pending Columbia reject, my advice should be taken with a grain of salt. Or maybe a bucketful. You decide. </p>
<p>Best of luck. :D</p>