Internships are supposed to be how we get real world experience, see professionals in action, learn something in a work environment, outside the classroom.
In reality, interns are gophers, cheap labor used to empty the trash, go on coffee runs, file everyone's paperwork. I skipped summer cheerleading camp – gave up my cheerleading scholarship – when I snagged the internship at Powers, Martin and Jacobs. It's an advertising agency that never takes interns my age – I'm nineteen – but they made an exception for me.
See, I graduated from high school early, when I was sixteen, and I had already finished enough advance placement courses to get credit for a full semester of college. Now, two years later I'm nineteen and have the equivalent of three years of college work behind me. I guess that
