My Spanish Experience Pt. 2


So things went downhill very quickly.

My boss, Voldemort, expects us to know everything he knows (and stuff he doesn’t know) and to do every job perfectly, but he doesn’t want to give us directions. He basically expects us to know what he’s thinking at all times. I’ve never seen anything about international law in my whole life, much less in Spanish. At least the other intern working with me is a lawyer, but even then she doesn’t know what he wants.

Our first large assignment was a distribution agreement between the manufacturer and the distributor of a 3D printing company. He basically gave us several models and said write it from scratch, use these for reference, and make it fit our client (who we know nothing about). Of course we were slightly overwhelmed but we were still new and had a sense of determination. We got through the contract and were very proud of our work, especially me for never having done anything like this before. We present it to him so he can review it and then everything changed. This is the moment we realized we were over our heads. He wanted to change EVERYTHING we had worked so hard on. We had to redo at least half of the 30 pages we had just completed. We also found out the two companies we were writing the contract for are the same company, but of course he didn’t tell us in the beginning. At this point we have more than three pages of corrections to fix on the contract, including removing everything about the one “company”. This is just a basic summary of the battle of the contract that lasted about 6 weeks. Needless to say, being constantly cut down and told you were wrong was one of the most frustrating experiences of my life. The whole thing could have been handled better if only my boss had any sense of decency.

Next, he wanted us to work on a 50+ page contract that was in English and Spanish side by side. The Spanish translation was written poorly so he tasked us with fixing it. First of all, I do not speak Spanish well enough to do a complete translation, especially with legal terms. Second, he said we had such a short amount of time that I couldn’t even read the whole thing without translating. Then he yelled at us for not having more done and passed it off to a paid employee who speaks Spanish and English and knows the legal terms. I don’t know what he expected exactly from me considering I had to Google almost every other word in the contract. Of course it would take me a long time. I just wish he put a little more thought into our assignments and was more considerate and respectful.

Keep in mind this is DOWNPLAYING it and not including all the details. I know I should be thankful for the experience but it was unreal.


My Spanish Experience Pt. 1

I’m so frustrated at this job. This is not what I signed up for, literally.

When I applied to do an internship abroad, I never thought I would actually make it in. As the process progressed further and further it started to become real. They told me from the start that it would be difficult to place me in a law firm as I have not yet attended law school, but due to my previous criminal law internships they could try.

Then came my first interview. I was very nervous and due to the time difference (+6 hours in Madrid) and my busy schedule, we had to do a Skype interview in my potential boss’ home. It was a bit uncomfortable as there were dogs barking in the background and he didn’t seem to have many questions for me. He didn’t speak English very well so I felt a bit awkward not knowing enough Spanish to accommodate him. In the end I was wary of choosing this position but after asking many questions and receiving reassurances I eventually accepted.

Upon arrival in Madrid, all of the Madrid program interns attended a welcoming orientation. At the end of it, the supervisor pulled me aside. She had a very serious look  on her face so I thought I was going to get in trouble for having my mom stay with me for a night. She proceeds to tell me that the job I had interviewed for and paid for was no longer available and for the moment I was with out a job. Mind you, I was supposed to start in roughly 14 hours from then. I was shocked and distraught, not knowing what I would be doing for my three months here. She promised to find me something by the end of the week and she did, the next day. I did not interview, I had no knowledge of the company, nothing, but I was expected to start the next day. I went into this experience completely blind and free of judgments. That didn’t last very long….



So I just had my mind blown.

One of my friends on Snapchat posted a video of the Teletubbies and I haven’t seen footage from that show since the 90s when I was a kid. I noticed today, something that was apparently known to my roommate, that the Teletubbies are different races!!

Anyone can clearly see the faces of the Teletubbies are different shades (along with their colorful suits). I Googled this theory and here are some of the results:

“Dipsy’s face was slightly darker than the faces of the other Teletubbies. When the show was broadcast in the US, the makers told American audiences that Dipsy was intended to be black and Po was Chinese, like the actors who played them (John Simmit and Pui Fan Lee). (New York Times)”


“Oh man. Po is “the small red one” that speaks Cantonese?! And Dipsy is the one who loves to dance? Echos of George Lucas…” “At least the Cantonese one isn’t the yellow one.” “what, being red from a ‘communist’ country isn’t bad enough? Although yellow would’ve been hilarious!” (Reddit thread)

My point to all this is that as a child, I (and many people of the Teletubbies’ audience) did not see race. It took me 20 years to realize one of my favorite shows (I even had the underwear) demonstrated racial diversity. It brings it all back to the fact that hate is not born, it’s taught. No one is born thinking they are superior or inferior based on their skin tone. As a kid, we inherently see everybody as the same. It isn’t until we grow up and learn the social constructs that we see skin color. I have always learned this in school, being a psychology major, but now to see it happen in real life is mind blowing. It makes my heart feel full to feel the innocence of not seeing race. It’s an amazing thing and I hope somebody else gets to feel that from this post.

Love trumps hate.

The Chase Has Ended

Well I never sent that message to Chase.

I was hoping to run into him at an event on Tuesday so I figured I would wait until after that. I got busy and Thursday rolls around and all of a sudden he is in Amsterdam. I soon realize he has met up with his old roommate, a female, who lives in the UK. It looks like it was just the two of them so it hit me: he was been secretly in love with her this whole time.

She left right before he finally agreed to hang out with me so he must not have wanted me around when she was. Now I know it is a bit presumptuous to assume they were in love just because they met up in another country… But the Snapchat stories he was posting the following day sealed the deal.

I won’t share them hear to preserve his privacy (I know, how kind of me) but they posted at least 5 couple photos and videos within the span of three hours, knowing I am seeing them.

Final remarks: I am glad I never reached out to him that last time. I’m not that hurt by it anymore, I just wish he was a man about it. He could have told me he was still interested in her or that he was trying things out with other people too so that he didn’t lead me on for a month and a half. I will never understand dating in the modern age.

The D. U. F. F.


I’m so confused, how am I the D. U. F. F.? Oh and for those of you who don’t know, D. U. F. F. Stands for designated ugly fat friend. Last night, along with most weekends, I went out with my friend Lauren. Lauren is pretty and confident, she also has huge boobs and a big butt. She basically is a guy’s dream. Whenever we go out, she always gets hit on and dances with the guys that I have been looking at all night and it really it a hit to the ego. I don’t have huge boobs like her but we we wear the same size and when I’m dancing I really try to be as confident as possible. Everyone says it’s because she acts like she doesn’t care and is easy (even though she’s not) but I don’t understand why I can’t even get one attractive guy to talk to me. Everyone tells me I’m pretty but I am finding it harder to believe every time the guys talk about how attractive my friends are. One day I’ll find the guy for me.

Too Soon


There is this girl, Katie, who we were all friends with for a few months until she turned out to be psycho and made up lies about all of us and everything we do to keep herself out of trouble. For example, Katie told her mother she was staying the night at my house when she was really staying with boys and posted a picture of her with a bottle of Fireball in a hotel room. She had the audacity to ask my mother to lie to her mother and say that we have shitty hotel carpet in our house. Then Katie proceeds to tell her mother that my mother was the one supplying the alcohol to underage kids. Katie was 17 at this point, by the way. So one of my best friends, Lauren, who introduced us to Katie also has very, VERY crazy parents and when they caught wind of the rumor, confronted me about the pictures. That put me in an extremely uncomfortable position because of course my mother would never do that and it made me so mad that a girl would make up all these rumors about other people just to cover her own ass.

That was just a little back story to where we are today. Katie texted me today and proceeded to tell me about how she is going to move from Florida to either Hawaii or North Carolina with her new boyfriend who is in the army. Katie just turned 18 last week. They are getting a puppy together and moving to a different state. WHAT?!? They have not even been dating for a few months which, in my opinion, is way to soon to pick up your whole life and leave the state and your family. Katie is not only young but is very immature and naive, I actually don’t think she will follow through with the plan because she can’t keep a relationship for as long as it takes for him to come home. I just am baffled with the way all of the girls my age are getting pregnant, engaged, and moving in with random dudes before they even go to college. What has society become?