During an undergraduate intern orientation at a local medical school, I saw a young man from trying to chat up two ladies:
Young Man: So, whose lab are you working in?
Ladies: Umm ... Professor ... Howard-something? His name definitely starts with an H.
Young Man: Howard Hughes?
Ladies: Yeah, that's him! We're in his lab.
Young Man: Are you sure about that? Because ... Well ... Nevermind.
The worst part is knowing that a vast majority of these prestigious internships are awarded based on nepotism. I'm sure there's an intern somewhere in DC who got the internship based solely on merit, but I've yet to meet that individual.
This blog is dedicated to those DC residents who eagerly await (or completely dread) DC Summer Intern Season. Essential to the function of most offices in DC, interns are willing to complete tasks that are often considered undesirable.
For many interns, this blog will not apply. For those interns to whom it does apply, we hope that you use these anecdotes to change your behavior and eventually change the stigma attached to DC interns.
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To the interns: Please use this blog as a learning tool. Godspeed and best of luck this summer!