Today I applied for an internship, and failed.
The job was perfect. Albeit unpaid, it had everything an aspiring young thinker could hope for. Situated in the Seattle Attorney's Office, it would be a service surrounded by professionalism and work. For someone never having had a job, this would be an ideal introduction to the working world.
I carefully crafted a long and thoughtful letter to the office recruiter. It outlined exactly how I felt and why I deserved an unpaid job. I checked it carefully. Then I checked it again. With slight reservation, I pressed the send button and held my breath.
And then I saw it... Glaring at me.
A big fat volenteering. Now this may not seem like much, but its context was this. Volenteering opportunities for highschool students.
As it turns out, volenteering is actually spelled, volunteering.
Goodbye internship.
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