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By: Michelle the Intern

After a very accomplished day I return to the Port Authority and do my best to ignore the howls, honks, and “Hey Sexy” calls from the sleazy men that are scattered throughout the streets. Standing in a non-air conditioned terminal, waiting for the 45 bus, I take off any excess garments since the excessive heat is now contributing to my already warm body temperature. Listening to the people bitch and moan about how they want to go home, I wait silently and board the bus while praying that no one too smelly will sit next to me.

By the time I get home, I am exhausted from the trials and tribulations of the day, and am unfortunately once again greeted by my mothers anxiety-ridden harassment and relentless questioning about my plans for the next five months of my life.  After attempting to ignore her interrogation, eating a meal, and watching some television, I take a few melatonin and lay in the dark.  I rest and hope to fall into a deep slumber because in just a few hours, I’ll estimate four, I have to wake up and do it all over again.

Being a PostGrad intern involves hard work, but within the few weeks I’ve been here, I’ve learned. I do my best to conquer my comatose and put forth the utmost effort in all that I do.  After six weeks of PostGrad, I will be able to go back to school feeling rewarded that I have helped a population of NYC newbies (by population I plan to convince myself I’ve changed the life of one), contributed to the PostGrad Apartments family, and graced cyber-space with my sheer wit and charm.

Check out what how Michelle keeps busy as an intern and her day to day work at http://www.postgradapartments.com/blog.

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