Tomorrow is today, and I’m still bothered about the interviews.  The first reminded me of my PhD orals, only in this case I didn’t know the subject very well.  Half the time, I didn’t even get the question.  I heard it okay, but wasn’t sure what they were really asking.  Like, have you ever had to report child abuse and what did you do?  Well, no…but are you asking if I know the reporting laws?  Or for a brief synopsis of the gray areas of child abuse.  And then, would that be the gray area of physical abuse?  Or sexual abuse?  Or emotional abuse.   Are you asking how I feel about reporting?  So, I answered, “No, I’ve never had to report, but I know the laws and I know that there are often gray areas in the law.”  Duh.  The interviewers were relatively nice, one in particular who was older (but not nearly so old as me!).  The other was pregnant and had a mouthfull of metal, which made it a trifle difficult to understand her.  Not to mention my wondering how someone so young could be in such a responsible position….

The second interview was what they referred to as a Role Play.  They must have given that class the day I was absent, because I was lost, lost, lost.  I understand the concept of Role Playing and, god knows, I’ve had enough improv classes to be able to think on my feet.  But…but…but…I walked out of this feeling as if I had somehow been made a fool of, and I’m wondering if there was some agenda going in that room that I was totally unaware of.