Also known as Payton’s Servant’s interview is semi-crappy.
In this thread I asked for advice on how to handle a panel type interview and I want to thank my fellow Dopers for their advice and hints.
Things got off to a rousing start when I woke up with a splitting headache and improved from there, as I had to pull over to the side of the Interstate 2 times and get out of my car to barf while 18 wheelers slammed passed at 85 mph.
Luckily, I didn’t get any puke on any of my clothes.
Finally get to the school and then spend 1/2 hour waiting, with a pit stop in the bathroom for more barfing.
Finally, the interview.
It wasn’t a panel type as I had been led to believe, just me and two interviewers. Things started off well enough as they asked me to take 4-5 minutes and talk about myself, which was the signal for P’s Servant to condense the 15 minute version of his life down to 5 minutes, which meant leaving out some very good bits, but also so not so good bits, including one very bad bit, which P’s Servant was semi-desperately hoping wouldn’t come up.
Any chances of P’s Servant being accepted to this particular radiology program died the exact second that one othe interviewers mentioned that I had gotten an “E” in Geometry in high school.
P’s Servant has an excuse for not remembering this he was in 11th grade when he took geometry and that was back in 1986-87 and there’s been a lot of mileage on the old boy since then.
The interviewer explained that the “E” meant that I had not completed the class or had stopped going, which I knew wasn’t true. What had happened was that my geometry teacher had retired about 3/4 of the way through the year and her replacement had been a Korean teahcer who was just a wee bit difficult to understand. I knew that I hadn;t done well, but I had no recollection of getting an “E.”
From my high school transcripts we went on to the first college that I attended, where I more time was devoted to my band then to my studies, the result being that I was on academic probation at the end of the spring semester.
Oh yeah, things were going very well.
Thankfully, my 1 1/2 semester suspension from school wasn;t mentioned nor was the horribly bad bit brought up.
All the same, the bottom line was that I didn’t have a number of pre-requisites for the program, which means I have no chance of getting in.
Despite hearing the interviewers say that, (couched of course in the nicest terms) and despite my usual sense of awareness, I said, "So when might I be hearing from you? :smack: :smack: :smack:
As a capper, I threw up 3 more times on the drive back down, and I think I pulled a muscle in my abdomen.
Least there weren’t any spiders in my pants this morning.
