Monday, September 22, 2008

Interview and the Beat that Wouldn't Stop


Well I just got back from my interview for the International Medical Outreach. This was only my third formal interview I've ever had, and let me tell you, it was intimidating, nerve-racking, and maybe just a little bit of fun. I really was trying to be myself and to think quickly. I was determined to wow them with my intelligent, deep answers, but I guess that's not who I am because everything that came out was pretty silly, and not in the least intelligent. Formal interviews are so scary to me.
At this interview it was three seniors, who have all been on the trip before, sitting in front of me, judging every word I say, never smiling, asking tough questions, and making me sweat and giggle like a pig being tickled. (I guess I giggle even more when I'm nervous). The second question they asked me was about altruism, and Jesus God, I had to ask the interviewer what the freaking word meant.
So I write this to say that I don't have high expectations that I will be getting called back for a group interview. Oh well.

I've been super busy lately. I should be studying right this second. I'm scared that I'm not going to be able to get everything done. I haven't made below an -A yet in college, and even though my focal point in this whole ordeal is not grades, it's still makes me worry to realize just how easy it would be for me to screw myself over by messing up my record.

The person above my room has, of recent, been either creating a rap cd or is playing a game that requires the same beat to be played for longer than thirty minutes at a time. Bum chick bumbum chick bum chick bumbum chick. Over and over again. Once in a while it will do an extra bumbumbum in there. I'm trying to be chill about it, but it's starting to drive me up the wall. I might go ask him what the hell he's doing.

I think it is my time to study some Lifespan Development. I've got my first exam tomorrow and I'm not that enthralled with this notion. I'm just praying it's going to be easier than I've been anticipating. It's my third test in the past week and I am bout ready for a break. Usually after taking a test I at least feel relieved that it's over, but lately I haven't even had time to feel that way. I have to focus on the next on. Really, if I think about it hard, which I'm not to keen on doing at the moment, this is more like real life than I'm used to. Life doesn't always give us breaks, even if we do feel deserving of one.

And the bum chick bumbumbum chick keeps going on.

9 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Well, Honey, I don't know how you actually did on that interview or how you'll do on that test, but you sure got a great blog post out of them.
I'll bet you did a lot better than you think you did on the interview and you'll probably ace that exam, too.
Now- as to the bum chick guy- do you want Daddy to come have a talk with him?

Ms. Moon said...

P.S. Great cartoon.

honeyluna said...

Oh thanks mama. Ok, so about the bum chick guy, I actually went up there to have a talk with him myself. It was definitely one of the most interesting situations that I walked into. The kid that was playing the music was in his boxers and some sneakers when he opened the door. All four of the roommates where there and I think they were very shocked, and quite entertained, to see a white girl, (all of them are black guys), come knocking on the door at 10 at night. They were very friendly, but basically when I told them that the music was getting in the way of my studying, and annoying, one of them told me that he likes to study in the library. "Yeah, that's good for you, but I like studying in my room, and the bum chick and the romping around is getting on my nerves". He just said, "ok, well I'll be honest with ya. We aren't going to turn down the music." And I said "goodnight" and left. They actually did calm down after that. But man it was annoying, and I have a feeling it's going to stay that way. I'm very tempted to put on my gray wig and hit the ceiling with a broomstick when they do it again.

downtown guy said...

If it goes on too late, you can always call in a noise complaint, but that's when things with the neighbors get messy.

I hear there's about to be an open spot at Park Place Apartments...

honeyluna said...

Haha, I don't think I should start that mess with getting the authorities involved. But I guess I could always move in next to my sibs. That way, I could always count on the music blaring through my walls to be good.

Miss Maybelle said...

EVERYONE WILL MOVE IN TO PARK AVENUE APARTMENTS. IT IS THE WILL AND I HAVE SAID IT AND SO IT MUST BE SO.
Great post by the way. I can't imagine those interviewers weren't charmed by you. Were they fully clothed when you left? You tend to charm the pants off everyone I know....

downtown guy said...

If I didn't love my apartment so much, I would totally move into Park Ave.

honeyluna said...

Miss. Maybelle, you sure are funny.
And yes, they did have all their clothes on when I left, silly-billy. (Although I wish I had charmed the pants of one of the interviewers- he was cute!)

Ms. Moon said...

Huh. The comments get interesting when I leave the room. What's up with that?