My name is Devin, and I will be your window into what life is like being an intern through The Washington Center . Besides giving anyone who is interested an honest view of what a summer here is like, I will, without a doubt, use this space for many of my ramblings and rants on any of the issues of the day.
Aaand in case you haven’t noticed, grammar, syntax, spelling and formality are all on a permanent vacation, so if dangling prepositions make you cringe, run far, far away…Oh, and I reeeaallly like ellipses… See? As punctuaton goes, I find them more useful than they actually are.
Where to start, where to start? I could talk your ear off about how freaked out I was when I hadn’t packed the night before I left, or about my long and arduous journey from the opposite end of this country, or even my difficulty adjusting to life in D.C. and away from my family.
Sounds like an exciting start, huh? (Probably not, but just go with it.) Yeah, well it’s a lie. I’m actually from Washington, D.C. (born and raised) I live in the heart of the city, about 10 minutes from the Capitol building. I traveled all of…20 minutes to get to my TWC apartment, and my bags were still packed from my semester abroad in London.
Sooo, that means that this summer will be a piece of cake for me, right? I know Washington like the back of my hand, and I can go through my internship with my eyes closed? HA! No such luck. I’ll explain. To its residents, D.C. has a reputation of having a severe case of dissociative identity disorder. It’s really two cities in one, named accordingly (well, by me) “Washington” and “D.C.”
Washington is the city of congress, and lobbyists, and the National Mall, and lobbyists, and where the phrase “inside the beltway” actually means something…and lobbyists. D.C. , on the other hand, is the home of the Redskins and the Wizards, and Go-Go music (you might have to look that one up), and Ben’s Chili Bowl and *cough* Marion Barry (unfortunately). Having lived all of my 21 years in D.C., mostly isolated from the moving and shaking of Capitol Hill, I think it’s about time I really get to know my city’s other side.
Despite studying politics in school, I am just as lacking in real world experience in this field as everyone else is. I’m going to have to learn as I go, just like everyone else, without any assistance from my zip code. At the same time, I hope I can share in the wonder that other interns may be feeling. Although I see the Capitol building everyday, the thought of taking a trip to the Hill as part of my internship makes my heart race. I also doubt being a resident of the District will give me any advantage over any other interns (I may have an easier time navigating the Metro in rush hour…), and so I am oddly eager to feel a bit wet behind the ears.
All that rambling, and I didn’t even get to my first week at my internship? Well, I guess you’ll just have to stop by again, now won’t you? (You better!!) In the meantime, here’s a picture of me and President Obama!
Until next time!
Until next time!
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