That intern: The small town intern
Every intern class has so many personalities that they could fill 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 small town intern arrives in Washington bursting with stories of growing up in a quaint town with a four-digit population and attending a college no one has ever heard of.
Armed with pepper spray, this intern is ready to take on the big city -- but usually only the parts within six blocks of a Red Line metro stop. That intern loves everything about D.C. and often bursts out with excited proclamations: Look at all of the monuments! Look at all of the taxis! OMG, movie tickets are really expensive! OMG, drinks are really expensive!
But the small town intern often has a lot to learn: Here's how to hail a cab. Here's how to leave a proper tip. Here's how to have your ID ready for the bouncer. Here's how to be grumpy like most Washingtonians.
By the end of the summer, the newness of the bright lights has worn off. The small town intern yearns for a slower pace and fewer traffic lights -- and tries to convince fellow interns to come visit the middle of nowhere next spring break.
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July 9, 2010; 10:51 AM ET
Categories: D.C. Interns | Tags: Internships, That Intern
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