Photo courtesy of Eliza Florendo
On the very first day of my very first internship, I was 20 minutes late. I stood a few blocks away from the downtown New York City office, breathing heavily, tears streaming down my face. Riding the 6 train from 77th Street to Canal Street, I had been completely fine. But now, I was having a panic attack .
I've prepared myself for this. It's just an internship. It will be fine, I kept telling myself.