After high school, my younger sister and I both wanted to attend the same college together. Instead of applying to our chosen university online, we decided to tour the campus and apply in person with an academic adviser. Our thought being that we’d improve our chances of acceptance while getting a candid feel for college life.
After our scheduled tour, Monica and I met with the adviser. She was there to answer any of our questions, ask us questions of her own, and assist us in the application process. We exchanged introductions with one another, shook hands, and began discussing all things college.
My sister and I are not identical twins, but we do look quite a bit alike and are often mistaken for twins. We each took turns explaining to her why we were interested in attending classes there, focusing primarily on the school’s attributes and speaking little about ourselves. The adviser then took the floor and began asking us more personal questions about our individual interests and degree choices. Looking directly at me, she asked, “Monica, what interests you most about majoring in Communications?” I froze. I’d never been put in a situation like that with such an authoritative figure. In my eyes I had two options:
1. I correct her, consequently embarrassing her and ruining our chances of acceptance, or
2. I play along and avoid the confrontation altogether.
I chose option two; rationalizing it in my head as no big deal because Monica and I knew each other better than anyone else did.
I responded to her question, using reasons I knew my sister would give, with Monica silently sitting next to me. Then it was Monica’s turn to tell the adviser why she was so interested in a degree in Exercise Science. I interjected at one point during her answer with, “Didn’t you tell me how much you love learning about how to maintain a lifetime of health and fitness?” I wanted to make sure that that point was made clear to the adviser. Monica obliged, adding that statement to her answer.
Not once during the entire interview did we admit to the adviser what we were doing. We survived it without being discovered, but that’s not to say that we didn’t experience some extremely awkward and uncomfortable moments in the process. The highlight was when she asked us each our Social Security Numbers. We really stumbled our way through answering that.
It worked out, however, and she and I were both accepted to the university. Tips I can share with those applying to college are:
- Don’t let your nerves affect your judgment.
- It’s better to correct someone than make a fool of yourself.
- Interview alone.