Interview Questions (100 words each) Imagine you are given a large sum of money to improve your community—how would you use it? How would you handle a conflict with a classmate or teammate? If you were asked to teach a class for a day, what subject would you choose and how would you teach it?
Write a description on the magical carpet (200 words)
Continue this story with beautiful description: Deep beneath the city, where no light ever touched, Aiden discovered a hidden door that pulsed with an eerie blue glow. (200 words)
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The bright fiery crimson carpet lay in the middle of the living room, dragons of gold dancing and prancing around the bright navy blue center housing a flower of silver. It’s pure beauty awe striking every single human being that lay their inferior eyes upon that magnificent master piece. The fabric was as soft as cotton candy and one step would transport someone into the Jiangxi cotton fields overlooking the magnificent ChangJiang river. The fiery crimson seemed to burst into flames, scorching everything in it’s path. The dragons, so bright, so magnificent that even a diamond ring would be severely jealous. The flower that lay in the center, so outstanding and amazing. It looked like it had created a light shaft, just like the St Peters Basilica dome, shining bright with the help of the sunlight.
The carpet acted as a history book through the ages, thousands of years of, farming, hunting, building and evolution all concentrated into one ancient carpet.
Hundreds of years of fights, blood and tears all have gone into this carpet.
Who knows what the carpet holds
Tens of thousands of litres of tea.
Two bulls worth of blood.
Four barrels of sweat and tears,
all in the making of this carpet.
My description of the magical carpet. (200 words)
The Moroccan carpet sprawled across the floor its sombre, intense colours melting like bitter-sweet crayons into the cataclysmic, vermillion synthetic fibres. Each shabby patch and tarnished edge resembled an old worn-out man, with saggy skin and resilient wrinkles marking back-breaking, relentless decades of hard work and use. Intricate, precise mathematic equations swirled in a vexing arc like the St Andrews Cathedral dome and the cursive loops and swirls representing a butterfly’s wings. The antique thick carpet held the taste of Nasturtiums which are peppery, like watercress. Its feel was rugged and tough but beauty is not the one singing like a canary but is quiet and reserved. The carpet stood valiant like a stalwart guarding its barren corner of the living room, collecting debilitated fragments of daily life into its stained fibbers while waiting like a patient observer.
However, there was another side to this mystical, sorcerous carpet. At night when the clock strikes twelve, it engulfs in the shadows becoming one with the eternal dark. It was a fine beast, a harmonious blend of raw power and elegant grace. Its coat shimmered in the sunlight, a cascade of sleek fur that seemed almost too perfect to belong to nature. This carpet had a luminous ethereal glow to it on the outside but on the inside, it bore great evilness beyond imagination. The carpet has seen and witnessed everything with its two observant, innocent eyes. The World Wars, poverty, hunger, racism, but most importantly death.
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INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:
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If I were given a large sum of money to be invested in my community, I would prioritise to address homelessness through an increase in social and affordable housing. This would be through liaising with the local government and organizations to construct more housing units meant for people without homes, with long-term solutions rather than temporary ones. I would also work to make such houses available at reasonable rental rates so that the individuals may have a place of stability from which to rebuild their lives. By providing access to secure housing, I believe we can reduce homelessness and improve overall health and well-being within the community.
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If there is some sort of conflict with a classmate or teammate, I would handle it by communicating openly and respecting each other. First, I would make sure both of our perspectives are heard by having an honest conversation about the issue at hand. Once both sides understand each other’s point of view, it would then be time to compromise in a way that accommodates both parties. Recently, my classmate and I didn’t agree which way to approach a history project. We explained what events and people we liked, and later we found something in the middle that included elements we liked. That’s just finding commonalities and continuing to work toward a shared objective.
3.
If I were asked to teach a class for a day, I would choose Artificial Intelligence (AI) and computer science. These subjects are both fascinating and highly relevant in today’s technological landscape. I would start by explaining the fundamental concepts of AI and how they are applied in real-world scenarios, such as self-driving cars, healthcare, or personal assistants. To engage students, I’d incorporate hands-on activities where they can build simple AI models using accessible programming languages. My goal would be to demystify the subject, spark curiosity, and show students how they can leverage technology to solve real-world problems.
THE MAGICAL CARPET:
The magical carpet springs to life, a radiant cascade of crimson and gold, its fibers shimmering like sunlight caught on a still lake. Each thread hums with energy, a silent promise of untold journeys and whispered secrets of forgotten skies. The intricate patterns, flowing like molten rivers, seem to shift and dance under the gaze, inviting the beholder into their mystery.
It moves with an innate grace, gliding over the ground as if carried by the breath of the wind, the fabric warm to the touch yet impossibly light. Its edges, embroidered with liquid silver, flicker in the light, resembling the soft glow of a moonlit horizon. With each step onto its surface, a faint aroma of spice and jasmine rises, evoking distant bazaars and sunlit terraces.
This is no mere carpet but a portal to infinity. It breathes freedom, its every fiber alive with the heartbeat of the universe. To touch it is to feel history and possibility intertwined. Riding it is not just transport but transcendence—a reminder that the world is vast, and the spirit longs to soar. The carpet, a guardian of dreams, carries those who dare to step aboard into realms where anything is possible.
DEEP BENEATH THE CITY:
Deep beneath the city, where no light ever touched, Aiden discovered a hidden door that pulsed with an eerie blue glow. The atmosphere around him felt unnaturally still, thick with the weight of forgotten history. The tunnel stretched out in all directions, but this door—this anomaly—demanded his attention. Its presence was not just out of place; it was… alive. The stone walls seemed to bend inward as though holding their breath, and the silence hung heavy, pressing against his ears.
The door itself was an enigma. Its surface was smooth, like polished obsidian, yet veins of blue light traced through it, crackling faintly as if charged by some unseen force. The symbols etched into its frame shimmered softly, their design strange, intricate, and otherworldly—every stroke a mystery. Aiden’s hand hovered, almost unwilling to make contact, but the pull was too strong.
His fingers brushed the cold surface, and immediately, the air vibrated with a low hum. The glow intensified, casting sharp shadows that danced along the tunnel. The symbols on the door pulsed rhythmically, as though they were speaking in a language only the deepest part of his mind could understand.
A sudden gust of wind rushed through the space, though no opening was visible. The door creaked and groaned, and with an unsettling slowness, it began to part—revealing what lay beyond.
Aiden stepped forward, his heart racing. The space beyond the door was vast and shadowed, an ancient hall stretching endlessly into the dark. The very air tasted of dust and decay, mingled with something… older, something forgotten. He couldn’t see clearly, but faintly, in the distance, there was a faint glimmer—perhaps another light, or something far more mysterious.
Without thinking, his feet moved forward, crossing the threshold into the unknown. The door creaked shut behind him, the sound like the closing of an ancient tome.
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