That interview

Well I survived without my female-fending-off stick. I'll be honest with you now though, no such stick exists. I've yet to come across one powerful enough.

So, I was expecting my interview to be on the top floor of a corporare office building thing, like Don Trump's boardroom. No, not so much. Turns out Government House is where the Governor General lives, an old colonial style villa with hallways wider than our entire house. I thought about taking pictures with my cellphone, but the army and navy people on guard might have been offended and come at me with tasers.

The interview itself was really non-confrontational. We all sat around a desk, with me at the end so everyone could see me. But it wasn't even threatening, I even had a glass of water provided for me. I think they liked me, at least they seemed quite interested in my project and everyone seemed pleased when I told them my thesis grade. I should find out some time this week.

Tough competition for it though. There were 8 other interviewees (hehe, wees...) and from talking to the army girl who ushered us through the door we were all from real different backgrounds. One girl was going to Princeton to study Philosophy, and there was another going to Harvard Law school. So, yeah, I'm living in Wellington, and I'll be studying in Wellington. At least they can assume I'm not going to bail the country the first chance I get.

The army girl was very friendly, and struck up conversations with all of those waiting. I can't help thinking that she was also part of the interview process though. Psycho analysing me or something.

They asked me what I liked to do outside of Uni. I wasn't prepare for this, so rattled off some activities I've been doing lately (I left out Playstation and computer games). And THEN, after mentioning dance lessons, one of the interviewers asked what I thought of Dancing with the Stars. "What do you suppose their choice of celebrities says about New Zealand society?". What teh funk? I'm doing a PhD in Electronics and you want to know what I think about our celebrity dancing show? I handled myself well though, rattling off some rubbish about cross-sections of society, identifying with your celeb and backing your horse.

I'll post in a few days to let you know how things turn out.