It was raining hard the morning of the interview and my little hybrid felt like it was going to be blown off the bridge as I crossed the delta. There were 10 candidates, including myself. Those other 9 were about 1/2 my age but scared out of their heads. As soon as I entered the room, I started talking to them - asking where they were from, how their trip was etc. This seemed to put some at ease but a couple looked horrified. I think they were trying to assess my function - was I a plant? Did the school put me there to judge their worthiness to attend the college? It was pretty funny. I was just as nervous as they were but I have years more experience at hiding my nerves in interviews, public speaking and competition.
When the time came to start the day's schedule, the Dean of Admissions came in to chat with us about the process, even coaching us on the interview we were going to be attending in the afternoon. He assured us that his presence had no bearing on the decision but, looking back I am sure it did. He asked questions of everyone, even putting some on the spot under the guise of 'coaching' us for the interview. In fact, he did this in two separate sessions during the morning. The interview was on a Tuesday and I got my acceptance letter on Saturday. I was shocked; a combination of elation and fear filled my emotions. This combination has yet to fully give way to anything else this summer. Orientation starts Aug 1, classes on Aug 5 - Here we go!!
