Not really the interview, the whole 24 hours!
Ok, 2 years ago I was getting through my interviews to get into uni. One day I worked till the evening to get my grade from an A to about an A by improving my sketchbook. My teacher told me to take it with me to tomorrows interview and he'll mark it when I get back.
So theres little ole me dragging my bloody great A1 portfolio and sketchbook outside college to get a taxi when along come thes chaving bastards, pull out my sketchbook dimanding £20. I couldnt chase them cause my portfolio was so bloody heavy.

So heartbroken i went home, reporting to the police which latter found it ripped to shreads a few days later.
Anyways, I had an interview the next day so I had to get up very early with puffy eyes to get a train from h'pool to lincon that took ages, drag portfolio to uni and go into interview room (the size of a cupboard). They kept asking about my back up work (the stuff that was nicked) and I felt a fool. oh and I asked many questions which the prospectus said were true.
"work experiance?" NOPE
"trips?" NOPE
what a shite uni. I was very peed off and went of to by a bitch bag before making the 4 or so hour journy home.

Bastards, got in but had no intention of going after that episode

Oh and one of my uni interviews after Id babled on ages about why i wanted to go to Northumbria university in Newcastle.
"what other reasons do you want to come here?"
"Um...the buildings are nice...?"

I didnt get in
( Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year, Tue 25 Jan 2005, 17:51, Reply)