1. Describe a time when you told somebody a lie. Include the details that explain why you felt the need to tell it. When I was a freshman in high school, I met this boy at Student Council Camp over the summer, and I wanted to hang out with him after camp when we got home. Him and I had two mutual friends so it's not like I was hanging out with a complete stranger, but I knew my parents would not approve of the idea. My parents were very, and I mean very, strict while I was in high school, not to mention this boy was two years older than me. With strict parents I learned that if I was sneaky and smart enough, I could get away with telling a lie (or two) to bypa** some of their rules. So one weekend, my parents went out of town on a float trip and I was in charge of keeping tabs on my two younger brothers, both completely capable of taking care of themselves. I told my parents that I was going to a friend's house to go swimming, I just didn't say who the friend was. If I had told them I was going to go swimming with the boy I met, they would have most definitely said no and I didn't want to get into an argument about it. The avoidance of an argument led me to lie to my parents, and get my way. It all worked out great until my brother tattle-tailed on me for getting home past curfew, which was 11pm. I got a taste of my own medicine and spent the next month grounded. 2. What is the worst job you ever had? Describe in detail what made it so terrible. The worst job I have ever had, without a close second in sight, was nannying for a family of three kids. I typically love babysitting and being around kids, but these rascals were so high-maintenance and sa**y that it practically ruined my desire to be a mom someday. The two oldest were girls, both dancers, which is where the sa**iness came from I'm sure, and I had to taxi them all around Kansas City to different practice studios and recitals. Meanwhile, the youngest was a boy who absolutely hated having to ride around with his sisters. He would throw toys and scream and cry and complain the entire car ride, and I am quite confident that the only time he was ever satisfied was when I had the chance to take him to Worlds and Oceans of Fun. On the girls' days off, all three of them were ecstatic if we made it to the amusement park for the day but that was by far the most exhausting activity possible. I was constantly searching for one of them, or even all three at some points, trying so hard to keep them in my sight. I would spend all afternoon terrified that one of the kids would get kidnapped, or fall out of the raft in the wave pool and not get to the edge in time. Their mom thought it would be such a fun time for me to take them there, but my goodness, it was awful enough to easily be considered my worst job I have ever had.