After an intense skiing session in Austria, I think I expected too much of England when coming back. It is apparent that Austrians have more efficiency than Jason Vorhees in a crowd full of young adults, whereas upon arrival to the reception desk in Falmouth things were different.
The room was actually full of people my age, so one might have assumed that me coming in with my mother would only be joining such people, yet after an awkward 2 seconds of staring at the reception guy (I was expecting him to greet me) I said I was here for the open day. Another few seconds passed as he looked at me like I was completely retarded, from which he decided to correct me with “the interview?” Well yes. Interview slash open day.
These strange awkward occurrences happened a lot more throughout the day. Soon after I explained I was there for the open day SLASH INTERVIEW, he pointed to a form on the desk from which I had to sign in. He pointed with his pen and in turn, I took this as a cue to take his pen and sign with it. Although it turned out there was already a pen on the sign in form. We looked at each other with a short glimpse of hatred. I saw deceit, he saw stupidity. I quickly signed the form and waited in the reception area for 15 minutes.
Our group of about 15 were exported to a blank room resembling that of a gas chamber with a whiteboard. Inside was the tutor/teacher/lecturer/presenter/female with blond hair and thus the awkward silence ensued. Trivial questions were asked until the time to present the presentation started. I was the only person in the room wearing informal shoes, who had no pen or paper and no essay we were meant to bring. I sat at a remote length from most people, the closest person next to me I named, in my head, Hugh Laurie. Because we wore a suit. And was tall. And had glasses.
We were set the task of writing a newpaper introduction for a particular newspaper given to our group. Needless to say, I think we did pretty well in our group and came up with a convincing headline. Whereas a group of 4 girls came up with a headline which I KNOW everybody was thinking, sounded EXACTLY like a rape story, rather than the Business Secretary having custard thrown at him. (That was the topic, by the way)
We were set the task of writing a newpaper introduction for a particular newspaper given to our group. Needless to say, I think we did pretty well in our group and came up with a convincing headline. Whereas a group of 4 girls came up with a headline which I KNOW everybody was thinking, sounded EXACTLY like a rape story, rather than the Business Secretary having custard thrown at him. (That was the topic, by the way)
Some guy I met during this exercise pointed out that the guy who looked like Hugh Laurie (Yet looked nothing like him) had grey hair. Which he did. It was SO distracting, to the point I missed most of what the woman was telling us.
We then had a more than comfortable hour and a half for lunch and considering I had no money, it made it even more... Comfortable.
The interviews were done in groups. I was put with Hugh Laurie, some guy that resembled Jack Black with curly hair and the most normal looking girl I have ever seen. The interview went pretty well, apart from half way in, where I got a really itchy crotch and considering that there were only 5 people in the room, it was extremely difficult to satisfy the itch.
Nevertheless I think it went pretty well.
My mother tried to talk to me for about an hour on the way back, but all I could think about were Transformers destroying all the cars on the motorway, so I didn't really listen to her much either.
My mother tried to talk to me for about an hour on the way back, but all I could think about were Transformers destroying all the cars on the motorway, so I didn't really listen to her much either.
