When I thought about the internship I would be starting this fall, I imagined myself confidently waltzing into the office, taking a seat at my charismatically efficient desk and embarking on my quest to change the world. I was going to be groundbreaking and original; a relentless fountain of new ideas for which everyone would love and praise me. I was going to be the best intern who ever interned in any place where interns could intern and no one would be able to hold a candle to my sharp and innovative abilities.

Such was my fantasy until I got my first assignment: update a database. That meant calling a bunch of places, seeing if their addresses were still the same and entering any findings into a spreadsheet. Not exactly the kind of work I had hoped I'd be doing considering I had sworn off all forms of menial labor the day I quit the grocery store. On my way home I was a little put off. Was I going to be another glorified slave? Would I actually gain contacts, acquire experience and become more marketable, or would I just be balancing lattes in one hand and making an infinite amount of copies with the other? Would I always be so replaceable? I thought about my life for a second. I was feeling a little worthless, like the only thing I was good for was scanning groceries and answering phones. I know I'm so much smarter than that but somehow I never seem to convince anyone else of it. The only thing I can do now is hope this whole internship business will change its stripes. It's probably a little unrealistic to believe that the second I step foot in an office I will bring about earth shattering change. I'll most likely serve as a peon until I can prove myself otherwise. If this doesn't work out I don't know where I'll go. The grocery store's competitor?