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in: schristoph; schristoph > 2017-12-31

Jan 1, 2018 7:45 AM # 
jdoub:
siri that app is so long good luck
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Jan 1, 2018 3:29 PM # 
Thompas:
Don't kill yourself would be a good new year's resolution, good luck
Jan 1, 2018 7:30 PM # 
Pink Socks:
Pro tip:

Don't accidentally steal a car *during* your official MIT interview.
Jan 2, 2018 6:56 AM # 
schristoph:
...? Patrick? Story time?
Jan 3, 2018 12:55 AM # 
Pink Socks:
I feel like I wrote this once before on AP, but I can't seem to find it, so I'll tell it again.

I applied to MIT, and one of the requirements was that you had an interview with a local alumnus. First day of winter break for my senior year would have been 12/21/1998, and I had a lunch interview with Tammy, who worked at an aerospace company at a regional airport ~25 miles from my home in suburban Kansas City.

As luck would have it, it was snowing a lot that day, so it wasn't a usual quick and easy drive, but it wasn't impossible.

When I arrive, I notice that the company has two buildings, separated by a large-ish parking lot. I park near the main building, go inside, and talk to the receptionist. She tells me that Tammy is over in the other building, and will be over shortly. I sit down in the waiting room, and I distinctly remember perusing a Wall Street Journal, which is on the coffee table.

A few minutes later, Tammy enters, and we exchange pleasantries. We agreed on going to a nearby pizza place for the lunch interview, and she asks me if I'd be ok driving there. I just drove 25 miles in the snow just fine, so I'm fine with it, so we head outside to the parking lot.

Sitting right there in front of the building is a parked car, parallel to the curb, with its engine running, keys in ignition, and lights on.

Tammy opens the passenger door and gets in.

At this point I'm like, "Ok, she wants me to drive her car. She drove over from the other building, her car is here, but maybe she doesn't like driving in the snow, and I didn't have any problems, so I guess I'm driving her car. That's kinda weird, but it's snowing, so maybe not."

I get in the driver seat. The car is a mess. There's junk all over, especially in the back seat.

The keys are already in the ignition, so I put the car into gear and start driving away.

About this time, Tammy asks, "Is it ok if I put my purse on your back seat?"

And I reply with "My back seat? This isn't even my car!"

So I immediately stop the car, and about this time, a woman comes running out of the main building after us. It's her car.

I thought it was Tammy's car. I assumed she drove over from the other building and temporarily parked her car out front. Tammy thought it was my car. She walked over from the other building and assumed that I had temporarily parked my car out front.

Turns out, it was neither. Immediately after I arrived, but before Tammy walked over, a courier stopped by the office to drop off a package. It was her car.

We got it all straightened out and laughed about it. But it didn't help my stress level, which was already pretty high; this was my first college interview.

I wish I could say the story ended there, because it's funny. But then it just got sad. We drive over to the Pizza Hut, but I accidentally leave the headlights on, so when it's time to leave, my car won't start (it was an old battery). We drove less than two miles, but we crossed over a long-distance phone call boundary (1998 was a long time ago), so I couldn't use the Pizza Hut house phone, so I had to make two long-distance phone calls from a pay phone: one to her office to have her co-worker come and get her, and another to my dad to come down and pick me up so that we could replace my car battery.


tl;dr: I didn't get into MIT.
Jan 3, 2018 3:44 PM # 
schristoph:
NOOOOOOO HAHAHA Patrick!!!!!!!! Hey at least you have a great story to tell!
Jan 6, 2018 7:22 PM # 
Tyrannosaurus:
Oh my goodness what a story!! Hahahah

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