Walking across campus in early spring. I had a meeting with ___–a controlling, disorganized bitch of a teacher–and also the boss of my internship.
The weather was cold, an unexpected blizzard kicked up. I’m not talking about a little flurry, kicking around your heels before flying off across the sidewalk in little playful curls. I’m talking about sheets of snow and ice pummeling your face, of trouble walking upright from the wind.
I remember the cold.
It was over by the time I took the elevator to the 13th floor.
October 9, 2016 at 10:31 pm
Well well, maybe the internship will be something for you to explore in your writing. Actually, there are a lot of folks who have written about internships and turned these into books or blogs, or both. I’m sure there’s also an episode on This American Life about the topic as well.