That intern: The instant Washingtonian 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.

Within 24 hours of arriving in the District, the instant Washingtonian intern knows anything and everything there is to know about this city. Tourists stop that intern on the street to ask for directions. That intern can recite all of the Red Line metro stops -- backwards and forwards. That intern has perfected the art of heavily sighing when other interns naively screw something up, like mispronouncing "L'Enfant" -- or when they aren't able to intelligently debate Adrian Fenty vs. Vincent Gray. That intern has already seen all of the Smithsonian museums and has already eaten at Ben's Chili Bowl. That intern knows all of the happy hour specials, all of the local blogs, all of the best Thursday night hang-outs, all of the farmers market schedules. It's almost like that intern has lived here for years. And not just three weeks.

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