My Internship Experience

My first experience with internship was uneventful, to say the least. Law drove me and several other students to our respective internship sites and I got directions from a kindly man sitting at a desk that said INFORMATION. Following his directions, I met a man who escorted me to my mentor's department. For the sake of detail, this man was a little taller than me and possessed a reasonable degree of courtesy, but I could sense that he wondered what the hell I was doing in such an austere business environment. After arriving at the realm of my mentor, I met her co-workers, who informed me that she had left her place of employment earlier that day for personal reasons. Upon further investigation, I discovered that she had scheduled the internship to begin next Tuesday, in order to accommodate the other interns. This unexpected turn of events was indeed unexpected, but not remotely alarming. I contacted Law (the internship coordinator) and he told me to wait until he could pick me up and drive me back to school. I sat on a bench for about thirty minutes, then decided to sit on the ground next to the bench because it was getting uncomfortable (this bench was constructed by someone who obviously had opinions about ergonomics that diverged wildly from reality). I remained in this state for about an hour, passing the time by meditating and admiring the nearby trees and  distant cloud formations (both of which were entirely worthy of mention; these trees were full not of leaves, but tufts of small white flowers and vast cotton candy clouds were backlit with blazing curtains of sunlight). Eventually, Law arrived and drove me back to school, at which point I walked up the stairs, found an empty computer, and wrote what you are reading right now.