That intern: The I'm-from-NYC-and-hate-D.C. intern
Every intern class has so many different personalities it is like a Real World cast. And every class has "that intern" -- as in, "don't be that intern." Each day I introduce you to one of those interns.
The I'm-from-NYC-and-hate-D.C. intern decided this before even arriving in the District for the summer: No matter how awesome the District tries to be, it will never be New York City. D.C. restaurants? Lame. D.C .bars? Lame. D.C. cultural attractions? Lame. D.C .fashion? Lame. D.C. shopping? Lame. Boring, boring, boring. Lame, lame, lame. On Friday afternoons, that intern jumps on the Bolt Bus as quickly as possible and escapes to the comforts of the Big Apple. On Monday morning, that intern returns to work, refreshed and rejuvenated. But as the week wears on, that intern slowly fades. That intern just can't survive without real bagels. Real pizza. Real clubs. Real sushi. Real baseball. Real people. Real life. Sigh...
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Campus Overload is a daily must-read for all D.C. interns. So, make sure to bookmark http://washingtonpost.com/campus-overload.
May 27, 2010; 6:30 AM ET
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