Back on the Horse

Well, it has been a while since I entered this blogosphere. And let me tell you, I completely forgot about this thing. And it seems like most everyone has as well. But the time has come for another blog. This one about interviews...what makes a good one what makes a bad one?

first off, i had an interview today for an executive board position for the student peer advisors for the college of arts and sciences. I wore a skirt and tights with a rip in the crotch. Good thing I don't have a penis.

Anyways, as I sprinted up the three flights of stairs to the office of the woman I would be interviewing with I slip. Then I pant. Then I find myself panting outside her office like I had asthma. If I had asthma this would have been a good excuse. But, alas, I am just out of shape and wasn't getting enough oxygen to my brain on account of the tights...

I sat down with Shruti.
I complimented her son (he really was cute)
Then I realized I was sweating. Hard. I wore my hair down and it now felt like it was half wet. I subconsciously start thinking about my wet hair. does she notice it. is there sweat dripping off my face? Did she like my eyebrows? I just shaped them this morning.....

As all this is going through my head I am answering questions. About how much I love kids, I sound like a moron and keep repeating myself. I take a breath. I am having trouble keeping direct eye contact. I keep looking away. but only because there is a bird outside and it is distracting me. I catch her gaze. I tell her my favorite professor is kind of a jerk.....she laughs because its true. I try to tell her he is just like Larry David...she does not know who that is.

we awkwardly laugh.

I crack a joke about going abroad and how my mother shed a tear at thanksgiving. I use my finger to recreate the tear. she is amused. she says, "you are too funny."

is this bad? is funny bad? am i not serious? am i being myself? or am i being a rambling idiot.

oh well.

it's over.

good thing i didn't overanalyze it.