When I was in college, I landed a fancy internship working for a prestigious doctor in a VA hospital. I was a psychology major at George Washington University and my job was to do coding and data entry. I hated it – both the long Metro ride out there and the actual work.
My second internship was far more interesting, and much less fancy. It was an outpatient halfway house for mental illness. I recall an experience like it happened yesterday. A patient had walked up to me, staring, but saying...
Published on May 26, 2018 13:01