"because i'm bored," is what i wanted to say.

but instead i said that the reason i was applying to business school was because an mba would play an integral role in my future endeavors and that my career aspirations and entrepreneurial spirit require me to attain such an education.

or something like that. whatever.

over the last week, i have graced four lucky people with my interview charm. (which has proved very inconvenient for blogging). well, really, four people have given me the chance to tell them that i want nothing more than to attend their school. which i do, of course. all of them are my first choice.

because my first choice is the school that accepts me. i couldn't ask for anything else. except maybe a full scholarship too. and a bmw.

when granted these admittedly-above-me interview opportunities, i assumed that i would just enchant my interviewers with my charisma, intelligence, and, of course, cleavage.

which proved to be an ineffective plan (to the best of my knowledge) when three of the four interview conductors turned out to be women. very very successful women. okay. honestly? the real issue was really that all of them were way too smart for my antics.

because it turns out that really smart people see right through even really good bullshit.

and truthfully, when you strip away my blue eyes and bullshitting talents, all that's left is some kid who is trying really hard to figure out what she's good at. and to please too many people. and to make a difference in places where i can.

like the kitchen. and the bedroom. (both good places to "make a difference.") and any organization that is desperate enough to let me take a leadership role.

with the increased visibility of this communications forum (coughbullshitcough) and the high profile i have been garnering as a result thereof (coughmorebullshitcough), i can't disclose full details from these interviews - seeing as "blogging" is listed as my primary hobby on all my grad school resumes.

and if they don't reject me outright for being a loser (i mean, common. who lists "blogging" as a hobby?), then on the off-chance that one of the smart school interviewers has the foresight to check applicantsname.com, i'll certainly be rejected for being honest. and apparently, honesty only equals credibility if you're famous. or a published author.

neither of which i am ... yet.

(but you can be assured that all gossip gets revealed once i get accepted to grad school.)

in the meantime, here are a few examples of the last weeks' inter-rendez-views:

question: tell me a little bit about what makes you a unique mba candidate?

debbie thinks: because i'm an over-achieving, jewish, kinda-latina kid, who gets good grades, studied hard enough to pull of a kinda-good standardized test score, and has no idea what she wants to do with her life.

freud's ego mechanism: oh wait ... you asked what made me unique.

debbie says: jd/mba; jewish/latina standard answer anyway.

question: tell me a little bit about why you want an mba?

debbie thinks: because i'm bored and have nothing better to do.

freud's ego mechanism: now, now, debbie. no need to get bitchy with the interviewer. she's just doing her job.

debbie says: (insert some stuffy answer here.)

interviewer rebuttal (rebuttal? rebuttal? there's no rebuttal in baseball): uhhhh. i just don't get it. i'm not able to "wrap my arms" around what you're saying.

debbie thinks: yeah, nofuckingjoke. me either.

question: what ceo do you most admire?

debbie thinks: holy crap. holy crap. holy crap. holy crap. where's the panic button?!

freud's ego mechanism: that's not helpful, debb. think of something meaningful that uses the word "leverage" or "concretize." quick!

debbie says: those guys from enron. i heard that they were really good at leveraging their insider knowledge and power to concretize their massive accounting flaws.

debbie thinks: now that was a good answer.

and so, now the only question that remains is whether or not i was able to leverage my cleavage. because lord knows my intelligence and charisma haven't gotten me past sixth grade PE.