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Tomorrow will conclude my first week interning for my congressional representative, Dr. Tom Price. The week has had its ups and downs... it's 100% fair to say that my expectations have been met, though they were more or less depressing expectations (in spite of the entire staff, including Dr. Price, being some of the nicest, most considerate people). I still have trouble shaking this feeling that I am going to end up doing this kind of thing for a living once I get out of school. I was coming home from the office on Tuesday after getting off of the Metro, and I was stopped at an intersection awaiting the green light. to my right was a gentleman who did not appear too different than myself, aside from the fact that he was older and not as fat. Down to the last detail he looked like me: the same shirt, same color tie, even what appeared to be a Marlboro Light in his fingers hanging out his window. I got this unshakale feeling of dread... "that's me. that will be me. a federal or corperate slob, dressed in a fine suit every day with some starbuck's joe getting me through the 9 to 5."
I almost... almost cried.
That's not what I want to do with my life... not in the least. As of right now, I fear for my immortal soul.
I almost... almost cried.
That's not what I want to do with my life... not in the least. As of right now, I fear for my immortal soul.