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The truth about my admission to Mass Comm

Thursday, April 19, 2007

The polytechnic academic year, 07/08, has recently started. Just like any other years, tonnes of secondary school leavers, especially the females, flock towards media-related Diplomas like the one I happen to have.

Here’s the often-heard line females tend to say:

‘You know, I really wanna go to, like, Mass Comm! I think this course is, um, made for me or something, you know? It’s like I was born for this! I belong to the big time; I’m like, the Next Big Thing!’

And so on.

Guys? Well…

Guy A: ‘Dudes, check out that course! It’s filled with girls!’

Guy B, Guy C and Guy D, in unison: ‘AWESOME!’

So what do we have here? A mixture of females who talk like porn stars and males who slap each other on their backs and go ‘AWESOME’ at every other thing.

In the days of yore… Oh wait, that phrase, ‘days of yore’, just made me sound really sophisticated, didn’t it?

It makes me feel like I am one of those old people who sit in a large armchair by a fireplace, sipping tea and beginning all my sentences with ‘One might say…’

Anyhow, in the days of yore, candidates had to go through a written test and an interview to get a shot at enrolling in this prestigious course. In order to get more than a shot, you will have to actually pass both the test and the interview. This was done to weed out inferior students, and fill up seats at the lecture halls of Ngee Ann Polytechnic’s Business Faculty.

Here’s the clincher: They removed the test and interview.

Henceforth, getting into Mass Comm is like getting into Paris Hilton.

This was generally considered a very bad decision, and it made a lot of people unhappy. Not that it would have mattered, but one of the unhappy people was me.

Oh wait, I digress. This was supposed to be a post about my admission eh?

Legend has it that I aced the interview by being extremely confident and witty. It has also been said that I navigated all the questions the three interviewers threw at me with much style and aplomb. The written test? I didn’t even have to attend it.

However, I am here to squash these rumours once and for all. I did not ace the interview, and I was neither confident nor witty. I even handed up a blank script for my written test. So what really happened?

On the date of the written test, I wrote my name on the script. An invigilator happened to pass by and saw my name. He took my script immediately, bowed, and invited me for a tea-sipping session by a fireplace.

Days later, I found out that I passed the test and will be going for the interview.

I thought nothing about the previous encounter and went for the interview. I was out of the interview room within an exchange of seven sentences.

Here’s how it went:

Interviewer A, extremely surprised: ‘Are you…’
Me: ‘Yes, I’m here for the inter…’
Interviewer B: ‘Are you HongXiang?’
Me: ‘Yes.’
Interviewer C: ‘The HongXiang?’
Me: ‘Actually, it’s Ye HongXiang.’
Interviewers A, B and C: ‘Can we have your autograph?’

I signed on various parts of the interviewers, left the room, and got accepted.

And that, is the true story.

This entry was posted on Thursday, April 19, 2007 at 8:09 AM.

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