Any internship, even one in the White House, boils down to copying, filing, and getting coffee for the people who get coffee for other people. Mine was no different. None of it is rocket science, and there is no real way to distinguish yourself from other interns as long as you show up on time and don’t still smell like the previous night’s party. For the first couple of weeks, I was assigned to do the “clips,” which in those days meant actually cutting articles out of the newspaper, gluing them to pieces of paper, and then copying them for the staff.
