This is a compilation of blog posts current WMI students have written about their experiences while living in DC.

by Louie Shearon

I had almost no idea what to expect when it came to the workload of this program. When I talked with Jon Agnew about the program months before I came here, he told me it would be the hardest I’ve ever worked in my life. I tried to keep a straight face. I think I pulled it off in the moment but the reason I almost laughed was that I am no ordinary 20 year old college student.

For the last two and a half years, I have worked at Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers. It’s a fast food restaurant chain back in Minnesota. This Raising Cane’s happens to be the very best performing restaurant of well over 300 restaurants. Needless to say, they put me to WORK when I started working there three years ago. This past summer, I regularly clocked in 65 hours a week. Sometimes I’d go easy on myself and only work 50-ish hours.

I suppose the weird thing about me is I just hate sitting around. I love having things to do and a goal to work towards. If I don’t have any work, I make more and that’s why I’ve loved class here at WMI. So far with the WMI classes, we have to make a website, video, and written work every single week. You don’t have to have a disturbing love for hard work to succeed here, but you really cannot afford to be afraid of working hard either. If everyone who was afraid of hard work didn’t push themselves, no one would ever achieve anything great.


The videos are probably the hardest part of our weekly assignments for a number of reasons. We get the video assignment on Friday, and since all of us are interning Monday-Thursday, it’s pretty difficult to film anything at night any of those weeks due to it being dark outside. It’s possible your video could take place inside, but then you have lighting, voice echoes, and other issues. So, when you get the assignment on Friday, you really want to have a solid idea of what your video is going to be by the time Sunday morning rolls around. I have a hard time rushing my inspiration because a really great idea that you can’t wait to get started on is hard to come up with in a little over 24 hours. I feel like I am an endless spring of creativity but I have this weird fear that it will just run out during this program. It’s going great so far so luckily I don’t think my fear is justified.


What we write ends up as the content on the website, but it can be pretty overwhelming at times. The hard part is essentially planning out a makeshift business every single week, but the work definitely gets easier as you see how much content you really are capable of creating. The work is fun for me, and I love checking things off my list. The biggest thing I do that helps me is always starting my project on Sunday, so I can hopefully avoid pulling an all-nighter Thursday night.

The mantra of us at Raising Cane’s in Minnesota is “Let’s go to work.” No matter how huge the pile of work I have in front of me, I just say to myself, “Alright Louie, let’s go to work.” That’s the best way to summarize this program so far: let’s go to work.

By Lindsey Nichols

There’s a sharp learning curve in the intern world, that’s for sure. Especially working at the United States Capitol.

To start off the year, we had a snow day that shut down the entire D.C. metro area, on top of being in the midst of the longest shutdown in U.S. history (35 days). What a great time to be in the nation’s capital.

The good news for congressional interns was that partial government shutdowns don’t affect the legislative branch, so the House and Senate were still in business. I’m interning for a Republican Texas Representative in the Democrat-controlled House of Representatives, which has been full of exciting legislation and political conflict just one month into the 116th Congress.

As a congressional intern, you sort of feel out of place. Here are all these full-time staffers, these career politicians, these people who spend their lives on Capitol Hill, and you walk in as this bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college kid who knows literally nothing. Even if you think you know what you’re doing, odds are you don’t. For some offices, having a perfectly fine-tuned routine and incorporating an intern into the mix is like throwing a wrench into all their plans and processes.

A wrench who will receive instructions, likely mess up what they were told and so their work must be undone and then redone, all costing the staff assistant or legislative aide in charge of them time and energy in fixing the mistakes. In all honesty, it would probably have been easier for them to just do it rather than explain it to the wrench.

But the good news is the folks in my office are incredibly understanding, patient, and supportive. They want to see me succeed in both the goals of the Congressman’s office and my own professional life, which makes it all a worthwhile experience.

In addition, there are over 500 congressmen on the hill, and each has at least one intern in their office. So even if I feel out of place sometimes, I know that there are hundreds of other interns going through the exact same trial and errors.

On my first day in the office, I was most excited about answering phones and speaking with constituents. I’m a huge people person, and I also just love those old-school phones with 75 buttons and flashing lights.

I was so excited to answer my first constituent phone call, in fact, that I put them on hold, jumped out of my chair and proudly told the press secretary that he had a call on line 2.

“Okay… but who is it? And what do they want?” he replied.

Rookie mistake.

Since then I’ve answered upwards of 500 phone calls, from the angriest to the kindest of folks from the Deep East Texas.

Everyone asks why I’m working for a Texan as a Colorado girl—why aren’t I working in one of the Rocky Mountain offices?

Truthfully, I identified most strongly with Congressman Babin and his platforms, and the hospitality I felt from his staff was absolutely unparalleled. His district is replete with American farmers, a demographic I can find common ground with. As a first-generation college student from a combined line of Colorado wheat-farming cattle ranchers + world-traveling Southern Californians, I was brought up with a wealth of experiences that have shaped my diverse worldview. From studying abroad and traveling the world, I’ve had quite a journey throughout college. This internship is another exciting part of that journey, and I’m loving every minute of it (almost).

What I Hate

  1. Being more harm than help.

It’s difficult not to succumb to feeling useless, in the way, or burdensome to the staff sometimes. I’m eager to learn and help out in any way I can, but it’s often at the expense of the other staffers’ time.

  1. Full-time staffers have different relationships with each other that seem exclusive since they’ve lived and worked here together for 3+ years.

As a sufferer of perpetual FOMO, this was a tough pill to swallow. Interns can be friendly with full-time staffers, but they’re still just that… interns. From staffer engagement parties to exclusive receptions to concerts, karaoke and trivia nights–I’m learning to live vicariously through my co-workers, but still… it’s rough.


I’m not a morning person in the slightest. Think somewhere between Night of the Living dead and a bear being woken up from hibernation early. I’ve also never had a full-time job before, so juggling that with three classes during the week and trying to go out and have a social life is exhausting.

And when that alarm goes off each morning…

What I Love

  1. Being busy. And doing stuff that matters.

The high-energy, fast-paced, deadline-driven work that results in tangible change in Congress is awesome. There’s always hundreds of phone calls to answer, Capitol tours to be given, and documents to be delivered. One of the main reasons I love politics is that there’s always something new happening–there’s some new story you can be reading or some new policy you can be researching. I live for the hustle and bustle, and there’s no place that has that quite like Capitol Hill.

  1. The people.

The staffers in my office are some of the most amazing folks I’ve ever met, and so is the congressman. They’re kind, successful, and driven, yet also light-hearted–they know when they need to be getting things done but also when to stop and have a nerf gun war from time to time to keep things lively.

  1. The opportunities.

I love communicating with people, and this internship is largely self-driven. You have to go out and network and communicate with others if you want to get somewhere, and there are so many receptions and meetings that open the door for that.

It truly is an internship based on the principle of, “You get out of it what you put into it,” and I absolutely love that.

What I’ve Learned

  1. Politics is all about deflecting.

Saying less is always more. And while I believe it’s not good to lie, I’m learning the art of giving a general answer and turning it around into a question for the other person. Put the ball in their court, and if they want to press for more information, you can be strategic about it.

In addition, politics is a balancing act, and we’re here to represent hundreds of thousands of people in our home district. I do everything in my power to help the constituents who call in and give them the best customer service they’ve ever received. While their opinions matter most to us, I’ve learned you can’t always please everyone.

  1. Treat the janitors like the CEO (or congressmen).

Seriously. This is a value my grandma always taught me, but it’s being constantly reaffirmed on Capitol Hill. D.C. truly is a small town and everyone knows someone, so being rude, entitled, or lazy can ruin future job opportunities. Treat every single person you meet with respect, because you never know who you’re talking to or what type of impression you’re leaving.

I saw this firsthand with another intern who was joking around with a man in the hallway and made some questionable remarks, later to find out that was actually a congressman and not just a young staffer like she had assumed.

You hate to see it.

  1. Don’t be afraid to ask questions.

I suck at asking questions. I don’t want to appear ignorant or bother anyone, but I’ve learned that’s actually more dangerous because I may do something incorrect and cost the office something huge.

I’m actively working on improving it everyday and asking for help or instruction when I need it. Because at the end of the day, everyone in our office is on the same team and it’s always better when we can all communicate effectively and help each other succeed.

When I first began on Capitol Hill, it seemed surreal that I was actually there. Like living in a postcard, or in this fairytale land you see on the news with all these fictional characters who I often forget are real people.

It often feels just like working at the Colorado State Capitol, except I passed Nancy Pelosi while running an errand and there are about 50 armed and ready-to-fire capitol police watching me on my walk to work each morning. It’s quite reassuring, actually.

I’m still getting used to the confusing tunnels underneath the Capitol, and keeping up with the news 24/7, but those are things I’ll master over time. I’m trying to make the most of my 16 weeks here and put as much effort into this internship as possible, because they took a chance on me and I want to show them it was the right decision.

Hopefully this time will help me contemplate my career aspirations and open doors for a future in politics and beyond. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a small town, first generation college girl like me, and I’m so grateful to be here.

Ultimately, as a young, politically-driven and incredibly patriotic American living in the heart of our nation’s highly-charged political climate, there’s truly no place I’d rather be.

By Madeline Roberts

If you are reading this you might fall under one of these two categories:

  1. You are a prospective WMI student or
  2. You are already a student of WMI, three or four weeks in desperately trying to figure out what you got yourself into.

No matter which one of these you might place yourself into, welcome! D.C. is an amazing place, full of unlimited possibility and opportunity. To help you best take advantage of your time here, I have compiled some of the best advice that I have received from WMI faculty and alumni thus far, in hopes of helping you succeed during your time in Washington, D.C.

“Become Furniture”

– Amos Gelb

This seems silly, right? What does becoming furniture even mean? Well, when you become furniture, whether it is at an internship, at a job, or even in a friendship, you are becoming that person that someone can trust to hold them up. People don’t think about the chair before they sit in it, they just sit in it. You want to be the intern or employee that your boss always goes to  because they trust you to do the work just how they would want it done. Ever since Amos told us this on our first day of class I have strived to become someone that my office can depend on. While every path to becoming furniture is different, some of the things I have been doing are:

  • Trying to go above and beyond on any assigned projects or tasks
  • Showing up early and leaving late
  • Anticipating the needs of the people in my office
  • Taking on extra responsibilities without being asked

“Travel Above Ground”

– Katey Haas

Now don’t get me wrong, the Metro is fast, convenient, and reliable, but man was Katey right! There are so many things constantly going on in D.C. and the best way to get to know your new town is to see everything. I have been able to spot so many more things that I want to go to and check out, from food, to parks and events, and even landmarks, by just wandering around or riding the bus to and from work. If you are worried about looking too sweaty, don’t be! Everyone is. Get outside and enjoy the “fresh” air.

“Network, Network, Network”

– Literally EVERYONE

It turns out people here really do want to help you, so take advantage of it while you can! Go to networking events, reach out to someone you have just met, or ask to grab coffee with someone who has your dream job. The worst they can say is no, and that’s not even that bad. Believe me, I understand how intimidating it can be, and I am working on this myself, but you might as well try! Go to every event you never thought you would go to. Talk to everyone. And most importantly, say thank you!

Finally, for a little bit of personal advice, utilize everyone at WMI. I am only three weeks into the program and I have been able to do so many cool things just because I asked if I could. Remember, it never hurts to ask.

By Aliza Gray

When you hear the phrase “The Roaring Twenties”, more than likely you conjure up images of all things Gatsby, namely sequined-studded flapper dresses and lavish parties. Yes of course the phrase aptly describes the outrageous and brash heyday of our great-grandparents, but in my opinion, that’s not its only definition.

We are all in our own personal Roaring Twenties. As college students or recent graduates, our lives are bold and unpredictable. Being twenty-something means living in a state of constant excitement, harboring a tendency towards impulsivity, and facing no shortage of parties. Being in your “roaring twenties” is incredible. It’s also impossibly stressful.

With so much freedom comes and equal measure of instability. The pressure to carve out a niche for yourself professionally while leading a full social life often feels overwhelming. My advice to mitigate this stress is to embrace some of the behaviors not typically associated with being young. Mirror the behaviors of your parents, your bosses, your professors. Make them habits. Their sensible practices bring a much-needed sense of calm to our otherwise hectic lives. Here are some tried and true examples.

Wake up early

Throughout high school I was a big proponent of sleeping as late as I possibly could. I had it worked it out to the exact minute I needed to roll out of bed, setting my alarm early enough to allow myself the luxury of hitting snooze several times. The trend persisted into college, but a heavier workload often necessitated my waking up early to finish up assignments. Flashforward to junior year, and I find myself setting my alarm early not out of necessity, but by choice. Slowly but surely I’ve molded myself into a morning person, a small change that has had an immense impact on my overall wellbeing. Mornings are now a time of peace rather than stress. I revel in my quiet routine, enjoying breakfast and catching the day’s headlines, it allows me to clear my head and focus on the day ahead. The extra sleep just isn’t worth the extra stress.

Don’t Neglect Your Fitness

Feeling pressed for time is a given in your twenties. Between balancing a professional life, academics and a social life, pockets of free time are few and far between. It’s no wonder that a chance to free up a bit of our time, like by ordering takeout for dinner or skipping our run, to just veg seems so appealing. The only problem is, those shortcuts don’t erase stress, just increase it. Prioritizing your health and fitness go a long way in easing the mind and bringing inner peace. A good workout, whether it be weight lifting, cardio or yoga, energizes the body and lifts your mood through a natural rush of endorphins. A home cooked meal not only saves money, but is likely to be far more nutritious than any take-out. What’s more, investing in your own health and well-being can only serve to build self-confidence, create a strong sense of accomplishment and foster a feeling of inner-strength. I’d never advocate for totally abandoning takeout (I DEFINITELY would be stressed without the occasional trip to Cava) and sometimes it’s totally necessary to skip the gym in favor of nap. What I am advocating for is putting yourself, and your health, first.


When I was young, I associated reading with being in trouble. When my parents would send me to my room after some trouble I’d caused, their parting words were “read a book, tell me about what you read when you’re finished”. This parenting choice undoubtedly stemmed out of my parents love of reading, a love I’m sure they were hoping I’d learn to share. It wasn’t a successful plan however. Although I no longer considered reading a form of penance, during my childhood and teen years I hardly considered myself a “reader”. I’d enjoy a book here and there, usually whatever the most popular YA novel at the time was, but a book was not my first choice as a leisure activity. In fact, it probably didn’t even crack the top ten until recently. Within the last few months I’ve found myself flying through books, and I can finally see what the fuss is about. Reading for me has become a major stress-reliever. It has proven capable of holding my attention longer than a TV show or movie generally can, and with an endless variety at my fingertips it’s the perfect escape. Whether I have an hour or just a few minutes, reading has become a reliable way to unwind.

Your twenties are exhilarating, rapturous and fun. They’re also exhausting, confusing and stress-ridden. Balance is key. So, for every party that you attend, for every all nighter that you pull and for large pizza you devour, have a low key night in featuring a home cooked meal and a good book, and thank me later.

By Maizy Kate Lind

I have always been attracted to places I know nothing about. There’s an enticing, imminent promise of personal change that comes along with intense adaptation. In coming to Washington, DC, I knew I would learn things about a different social culture, but the uncertainty lay in how I would learn to mold to this. It was early in my coming here that I realized I dove headfirst into a challenge, but it dawned on me that conquering it would be done easily with the help of the new community I found myself a part of.

My teachers here are certainly one of a kind. I am not necessarily learning how to be a student from them, but how to interact as a professional woman in society – definitely not your average lesson plan. I am a bizarre mixture of laidback, rebellious, girly-girl tomboy, and a huge fan of going against the grain, just to piss people off. I am proud of who I am, as are my liberal friends and family members, and I have actually never learned how to “sit.” I owe my improvement to my teacher– learning that when in an in interview, it’s not polite to rest my chin on my knee with my shoes on the chair.

I appreciate being coached in little things like this because I really never have been before. I know it’s important to say “please” and “thank you,” and say good morning to the man or woman working the front desk every day, but it is also important to carry myself professionally,should I find myself in such an environment.

My friends here have helped me learn what I need to be mindful of as well. They are incredibly intelligent and they motivate me to expand my mind in new ways. If I had free time a few months ago, you might find me researching new video art installations or trending art pieces on Vimeo. But now, I’m reading the news (gasp!) and learning the Rubik’s cube. I’m getting pretty close to solving it.

Though they’re small changes, they’re still adding new parts to me. I am able to be a part of new social interactions, pitch into new conversations about what’s going in the world, and I’m learning new cognitive skills that require me to think a few steps ahead.

By Kody Murphy

I’m a small-town guy. Where I grew up in Michigan you had to drive close to 45 minutes to the nearest Walmart for your monthly grocery shopping trip. I grew up in a place where you are surrounded by trees in every direction. My graduating class was just under a hundred people. I know just about everyone in my town, and where they live.

Yeah. It is that small.

The moment I stepped out of the car in front of my new living space in DC, I was mesmerized. I have never seen such a big and busy place in my whole life. You would think it would take me time to adjust to being tossed into a new and very different , but it took me almost no time at all to become acclimated. Still, the three biggest things that surprised me were the insane traffic, the diverse culture, and the sheer amount of amazing food within walking distance.

The Traffic

Never have I seen so much traffic in my life, and the aggressiveness of it at that. Horns blaring all the time, it’s quite intimidating for someone like me. I’m used to hopping in my car and just going. No traffic jams, no “stop ‘n go”. It was all open roads. At a certain point, my job was 60 miles away and I could get there in just under 50 minutes. Now it takes me 40 minutes to walk to my interview that is two miles away.

The Diversity

Another huge difference is the cultural diversity here. There are so many people of different backgrounds, different religions, different ethnicities. It is super fascinating to someone like me who was raised and surrounded by white Christians for twenty years. It is a huge eye opener. I pass this Hispanic family and their market stand in Adams Morgan every day and they always have something new and interesting to sell. Since coming to DC, I have gained a huge appreciation for the diversity of this world, and how massive it is.

The Food

The food. Oh my god, the food. I had one diner in my town. Now, I can take one step outside and see at least four restaurants. My wallet has been angry since day one in Washington. Lebanese, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Brunch spots, Ramen shops, Pizzerias… everything you can imagine, you can find it here. I’m one who always loves trying new food, and I am in heaven in this city.

DC is the exact opposite of what I am used to, but I am loving it. I do miss my small town sometimes, and I can’t wait for the day I get to go back and see all my family and friends. I can’t wait to play fetch with my dog in my big yard. I can’t wait to be able to drive my car again, just for the hell of it. I may not be a city boy forever, but for the moment, I am soaking it all in.

By Emma Kelly

“Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it…” – R.H. Sin

The 2017 Women’s March in Washington, D.C. was the largest demonstration in U.S. history. As unfathomable as it sounds, more than 4 million people marched across the country, according to the Washington Post. This didn’t include sister marches all over the world.

Of the many destinations to choose, I opted to experience this year’s march at the White House. The manor – created as a home for the first citizen of the United States – seemed to be the best place to experience the thoughts and feelings of other U.S. citizens. The Metro was packed with protestors covered in glitter and pink knitted beanie hats with ears, all relishing in the fact that on this day they can openly voice their disapproval of the treatment of women.

Among the myriad of hot pink, deep red, bright yellow and green signs, were women and men, many of whom protested the 45th President of the United States and the current political climate. Signs of protest, objection, disapproval and declaration – on top of what is the norm in Washington, D.C. these days – took up the space above heads of dyed pink and purple hair.

Surrounded by incredible, capable, intelligent women all with the same goal – to reach equality – was one of the most humbling experiences of my life. I realized that we are all the same; we all have wants and needs, and when we work together we can make an impact.

“When women support each other, incredible things happen.”

As I wandered over to the Lincoln Memorial, men and women swarmed the streets, all gracious and trying their best to avoid running into others. There is a reason why they call it a march, not a protest. People voiced their opinions everywhere – with signs, shirts, with laugher filling the air, with words to the officials hiding in the buildings around us. There were no opposing sides against the countless people, they were just one group with a fire in their hearts, rallying against the political cancer that has taken over the county.  

The tension was palpable, the excitement of the promises to come, the strength in the unity, the happiness of the freedom of expression – together creating what I can only call the feeling of tranquility in the eye of a hurricane.

“We are the granddaughters of witches you weren’t able to burn.” – Tish Thawer

It didn’t matter about tomorrow, or about yesterday; it was all about now and using the advantage of the combined voice of the marchers. Hopefully our reach made it around the world, and judging by the response demonstrators have received, it did.

“As for my girls, I’ll raise them to think they breathe fire.” There is no doubt that after this day, the women of the United States breathe nothing but fire.

“I will fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.” – Wonder Woman

By Arielle Berger

Hi. My name is Arielle and I am no stranger to food.

I love to try new foods and seek out places to eat that are off the beaten path. I grew up eating primarily organic food with a salad at every home cooked meal, so I have a good sense of what is healthy and what is not. Growing up, I thought it was annoying that my parents made me eat my veggies while my friends would eat pizza and takeout. But now that I am older, I appreciate that I grew up eating healthy foods, subconsciously learning the foods that are healthiest for me.

When I first got to Washington, D.C. this semester, I knew I would be in for a treat. The city is a hub for food. From bottomless brunch buffets to happy hour food deals and everything in between, D.C. does not disappoint. I made it my mission to find some of the best local restaurants.

Now, here is the thing: I am gluten intolerant. Yup, there is the eye roll. But seriously, I am. Gluten tends to inflame my throat causing strep throat seven out of ten times, and that is no fun for anyone. So I want to take you on a journey of some of my favorite ‘healthy’ foods of D.C. Safe for gluten-free folks like me, but with gluten filled options as well.

1. Buredo

Pronouced bur-EE-dough. Clever, right? Buredo combines two of my favorite foods, sushi and burritos. You can find this sushirito restaurant in downtown D.C. (conveniently located next to my work office). The menu consists of 11 sushiritos that are made fresh to order. It is pretty easy to edit the ingredients just to your liking.

Some popular items include spicy tuna tartare (pictured to the right), avocado, cucumber, tuna sashimi, tempura crunch and edamame.. I ordered the Gogo but substituted the coconut crema for the siracha mayo.

If you are a fan of following the trends and ordering very Instagramable foods, and you are NOT allergic to any sort of seafood, then Buredo is the spot for you. You can check out there very aesthetically pleasing website here!


2. The Little Beet

The Little Beet, it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

There are a surprising amount of Chipotle-esque, make-to-your-liking, type restaurants here in D.C. The Little Beet is one of them, but better and healthier! This farm fresh restaurant (no 

surprise there, just look at the name) changes their food based on seasons to guarantee the freshest, in season items. The Little Beet gets all their food from “the best farmers and vendors in all the land” (according to their eye catching, all natural website).  And ALL of their menu items are gluten-free WOO-HOO.

I will admit that I was a little overwhelmed when I first got to the counter – there were just so many yummy food options that I could not decide what to get. Take a peek at their seasonal menu and you’ll understand what I mean. I settled on the grain/salad blend with white beans, roasted kale, beet falafel, avocado white bean spread, and pickled ginger. Take a peek at that masterpiece.

3. Chaia

I am a taco junky and finding 

this little gem was a blessing and a curse (on my wallet).  I stumbled across Chaia when I googled “must eat places in D.C”. Chaia is located in Georgetown, so it is a little bit of a trek to get there. Luckily, I was already in Georgetown doing my second favorite thing (shopping), and after a few hours, it was taco time.

Chaia is located one block off the main road in Georgetown, across a small bridge. After crossing the bridge you will first see the back of the restaurant, in all its green vine covered glory. After you walk through a cute little park, with tables to eat at, you will see the doors leading to taco heaven.

The restaurant is cute and quaint and just feels like a nice place to hang out in. They have orange infused water and servers who 

are always smiling. Their menu is simple and to the point, so as a very indecisive person, I was thankful for that. 

There were five different types of tacos when I went. I ended up deciding on the mushroom, Moroccan carrot and, my favorite, the creamy kale and 

potato taco. My friend got the roasted beet and absolutely loved it. Each one had the most distinct flavors. I ended up eating my tacos so fast that I contemplated getting a second round because they were that good.

Check out their unique taco flavors here and see you if you can recreate them at home. And if you do, let me know!

4. Fruitive

I’ve said Fruitive wrong the entire time that I was in D.C. I always called it fruit-iv, but apparently it is pronounced fru-I-tive (adj.) meaning enjoyment. Anywho, it’s fabulous. They have everything from salads and sandwiches to gluten-free waffles, smoothies and lettuce wrapped TACOS. Back at it with the tacos.

It is located right in D.C.’s City Center making this place a must. Everything on this menu is healthy. There is kale, spinach, quinoa, and flax just to name a few things. If the healthy way is a stay off the path for you, I promise you will like this place. They still have waffles (gluten-free) but they come with coconut whipped cream and maple syrup, so the sweet tooth lovers are in luck.

But as you know from the post above, I love tacos, so naturally I had to get their collard tacos. There are three kinds and thankfully I was able to get all three. Each comes in a lettuce wrap so they are extremely messy, but totally worth it. I got the Sesame Ginger Taco (which was the best), the Southwest Taco and the Tuscan Taco. Again, each was uniquely perfect.

My non gluten-free roomie got the Avo Portobello Panini and devoured it in about 6 bites. I think she enjoyed it. I have also tried the Hail to the Kale salad and Coconut Colada and have been very pleased. Needless to say, I have spent my fair share at Fruitive.  Health nut or sweet tooth, check out their menu.

5. Astro Doughnuts & Fried Chicken

So I said healthy, right? Well I’m going to stay off the path, A LOT, like total gluten, a lot. This is a D.C. hot spot and listed on the “21 best donut shops in America” list by Thrillist. This shop specializes in their crème brulee doughnut as it was named “the city’s best doughnut”. So for these reasons, I am adding it to my list. Yes I ate it all and yes, my tonsils swelled up and I got stick. But yes, it was worth it. Besides their doughnuts, Astro is known for their fried chicken doughnut sandwich.

*Peep the pic*

This sandwich was one of a kind, with a warm piece of fried chicken, tomatoes, sriracha buffalo sauce, and pickled jalapenos, it was definitely different, but a good different.

The line is typically out the door with not just tourist but actual working D.C’ers, so you know this place is a must.

By Nora Scally

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I’ve become a master at making sure my LinkedIn profile is up to date and looking like a business professional. Browse through your photos and find the perfect headshot, write descriptions for all the jobs you’ve worked, and make sure you sound like a professional.

Apply for Jobs/Internships

On many job board websites such as Indeed and LinkedIn, there are posting for Summer 2018 internships. I’ve already applied to 15 different internships in the San Francisco Bay Area for June. This honestly is a useful way to use empty time and can really help you prepare for the future. If you’re looking for an adult job after graduation, you can definitely make strides in landing that by applying during the work day.

Start that Term Paper

If you’re like me, then you’ve been assigned an 8-page research paper narrative due in January. When I have time to kill, I try to map out what I need to include in my paper, what I should be researching, and trying to schedule any necessary interviews. It really makes the time go by, and it makes the workload much easier in the end. Even just drafting a few things pays off.

Look at Memes

This is more fun than any of the other things I’ve suggested. Just go on the internet and laugh at weird millennial humor.

I hope this makes your work day go a little bit faster!

By Marc-Yves Regis II

When I found out that I would have to ride the metro into work, I was ecstatic. I had an overly romanticized view of what the ride would be like; I pictured myself holding a warm cup of coffee in one hand, with a crisp copy of The Washington Post in the other. I saw myself being therapeutically rocked by the train and allowing myself to briefly unwind before starting the daily grind. However, I was in for a rude awakening.

The first problem I discovered with the metro was the smell. Woodley Park, in my opinion, is the worst-smelling metro stop in the District. The stench from the nearby crawfish place and the McDonald’s, create a foul smell that is eerily similar to a male locker room after a gym class. On particularly humid days, the wafting smell is pungent and overwhelming, filling my nostrils as I begin my descent.

Getting on the metro itself is another unexpected struggle.  Anyone who rides the red line during their morning commute knows that space is at a premium. There are mornings when I have to force my way into a metro car because I fear that the sliding doors will abruptly close with my arm dangling in them. Once I’m on, I have to stay completely still. Any sort of movement could lead to disaster.  I once tried scratching the back of my head and accidently delivered a sharp elbow to a poor woman’s nose.

In spite of all this, I do love the convenience of riding the metro. In Connecticut, it is impossible to get around without a car. There is public transportation, but it’s not dependable or convenient at all. I do not enjoy driving, so the metro is a godsend for me. I’d rather endure the stench for the rest of my life rather than drive a car on busy streets and sit in traffic for hours. Besides, riding the metro is not all that bad. I may not be able to read the Post, but my neighbors’ texts provide just as much entertainment.