This did not happen to one of our students. We found it on someone's blog. It has the ring of truth, however,
and just might serve as a cautionary tale while bringing you a smile.
The Worst College Interview Ever
Yeah, you think you had a bad college interview. I think mine just might have you beat. Let me point out that this is all true. This did not happen to a "friend of a friend." This really happened to me.
So, I had applied early to Yale. They sent me a postcard in the mail that said, "Hey! Thanks for the application! You should be hearing from us in 3-5 days about an interview."
So 3-5 days later, I come home, and there's a note on the kitchen table that says, "Todd, call this guy about an alumni interview."
I call him up and say, "Hi! I understand we have an interview."
He says, "Yes. Let's meet at my house on this date at this time, and here are the directions."
I hang up, and think to myself, "Great! I'm all set for my Yale interview."
What this man doesn't tell me is that he's from Harvard.
So I show up at this guy's house, and we start talking. Eventually, he asks me about what colleges I'm applying to. I tell him. He asks me what my first choice is, and naturally I say, "Yale."
"Oh, really?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me, why would you choose a school like Yale over a school like Harvard?"
So, I start telling this guy (from Harvard) why I would rather be going to Yale instead of his school. About halfway through my explanation, he stops me and tells me, "Oh, that's not true at all."
I think that's kind of nice -- a Yale man sticking up for Harvard, especially when you consider that Yale/Harvard is the oldest, and quite possibly the largest, college rivalry in America. But I continue.
Eventually, he asks me, "Well, do you have any reservations against Yale?"
I say to him, "Well, what's New Haven really like?"
He says, "It's awful."
I think this is really strange coming from a Yale alumni interviewer. I ask him, "Well, does the city life interact much with the campus life?" and he says, "I don't know. I didn't go to Yale."
I say, "Really... where did you go?"
He says, "I went to Harvard."
It's at this point that everything kind of clicked together. I, naturally, freaked out, started apologizing, tried to explain that I had thought this was my Yale interview, but he didn't have much of a sense of humor. He just kind of nodded, said, "Uh-huh," and made a mark in his notebook. (I'm pretty sure he was making a large check mark in the "Reject" column.)
Well, naturally, the rest of the interview was kind of a disaster. I left the interview, bought a big bag of chocolate non-pariels, and proceeded to devour the entire thing.
Not surprisingly, Harvard rejected me. Yale, on the other hand, was quite eager to accept me. I have a feeling both departments of admissions heard about my interview.