The Macon Telegraph has a write up on college internships with the legislature. Read the first couple of paragraphs and you tell me that dude isn’t laying it on thick.
“In the mornings, I like to walk to the Capitol Rotunda and just stop and think a minute about what this … really means,” said Simpson, a Georgia College & State University student who is interning during the General Assembly session.
You are *not* thinking that. You are thinking . . . well, I can’t really write what you are thinking because we’re a family site, but it involves use of the word “holy” repeated frequently with lots of four letter words and utter amazement, double timed on mornings with hang overs.
UPDATE: Having gotten a phone call from someone intimately familiar with the inner workings of the internship program, I stand by my initial take. After the first week in awe, it descends rapidly into free booze, hook ups, and sucking up to the legislators, with very, very few exceptions.
UPDATE 2: You pansies should suck it up. Here I was having a little light hearted fun and you all get militant about it. I know how these internships work. The dude in the article may not be one of the intern drunks, but there are more likely than not faaaaarrrrr more of them than there are of him. Good for him, though.