From everything I’ve seen here in my two years and some odd months at Princeton, our greatest unconscious collective longing is to be the next Steve Jobs. It’s this little secret voice inside all of us that influences us to push harder and do more in every aspect of our lives.
When someone says the word “bake sale,” it brings to my mind images of bake sales during elementary school at which parents would dutifully bake brownies, cupcakes and cookies to support the initiatives of the parent-teacher association. What doesn’t come to mind are political protests and minority rights issues.
There is a big trade-off involved in doing a summer internship. Instead of getting the chance to rejuvenate from the school year, you have to deal with the stress and demands of the workplace. You give up the opportunity to study or volunteer abroad or get a normal summer job in your hometown. And because most internships are unpaid, you’re paying a couple thousand dollars to do this.
