That intern: The study abroad 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.

(I got lots of help writing today's intern from Stephanie Lee, a reporting intern here at the Post.)

The study abroad intern spent one semester studying (and partying) overseas -- and it was an amazing, life-changing, eye-opening semester. It was a semester that deserves to be referenced during every conversation: "I am craving real Chinese food like I ate every day in Beijing." "I can't believe how slow the Metro is. We never had to wait this long in Rome." "No, you haven't had good beer until you have been to Germany." "Sorry I am late. Guess my body's still on Tokyo time."

"Where are you from?" someone innocently asks that intern. The study abroad intern responds: "Well, I grew up in Texas, but I have also lived in Spain, and I really consider that my home."

That semester abroad also broadened that intern's sense of righteousness. Whenever the other interns complain about not getting paid, that intern lectures them on how they have it so much better than "the children of Africa," whose lives were transformed by that intern during a weekend-long volunteer project.

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