The month of November is undeniably a big deal. All around the country, the month is commonly known for a sudden increase in facial hair and the great mystery of daylight saving time. In Berkeley, however, November stands for the exciting time when people begin hunting for summer internships.
Our concept of time has become hilariously warped. We’re remarkably worried about where we’ll be 15 years from now, while also unsure of what we’ve got going on two weeks from now. Most college students around these parts can’t see beyond a seven-day window because if it isn’t on this week’s Google calendar, it doesn’t matter. Despite this bizarre struggle, we’ve found ourselves deeply concerned with the summer in the fall.
Some would say that searching for summer internships in the fall is premature. We understand where they’re coming from —we’re closer to last summer than we are to next summer. But as our time at Berkeley has taught us, it’s never too early to start freaking out about the future. The people next to us at Moffitt last night discussed their 401k in enough detail to put an accountant to sleep.
Truth be told, we probably wouldn’t be obsessing over summer plans if the people around us weren’t so cracked out about it. Somewhere out there is patient zero; the first person who murmured about their prospects with Google way back in September and set off a chain reaction of compulsively competitive overachievers. It was all downhill from there.
Regardless of why internship season is upon us, it’s upon us nonetheless. It is evident that the ripe old month of November has become the new time to worry about May. The humblebrags about return offers and name drops of Google have become unavoidable. People have begun the long and harrowing journey of applications and 17-round interviews.
Which reminds us, why in the world do we these interviews require a blood sacrifice and the promise of our firstborn child? The idea that we need to slave away just for the opportunity to work for someone is a bit backward to us. We wouldn’t make someone grovel and beg to do our p-set for us. It just wouldn’t make sense. Forget the 12-page application, six interviews and two flaming hoops we’ve got to jump through to get an internship. Just help a students out by letting them help you out.
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