Gianna
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The classroom was already half full when I slipped inside. I walked to my usual seat near the side wall, not too close to the professor and definitely not too close to the center where people liked to talk.
I pulled out my laptop and notebook. My hands were still a little stiff from the cold morning air outside. Around me, people were talking about internships.
That was normal this time of year.
The seventh semester meant everyone was scrambling for something to put on their résumé.
G****e.
Startups.
Research labs.
The guy two seats ahead of me was bragging about a small fintech internship downtown, “I’ll probably convert it into full-time,” he was saying loudly.
Someone behind me snorted, “Dude, it’s unpaid.”
He shrugged, “Still better than nothing.”
I kept my eyes on my notebook. The door opened and Professor Adler walked in with a stack of printed papers under his arm.
“Morning, everyone,” he said.
He set the papers down and started connecting his laptop.
“Before we start today’s lecture,” he said, scrolling through something on his screen, “I want to talk about internship placements. As most of you know, internships in your senior year can influence your final academic standing.”
A few laptops stopped typing.
“The Computer Science department allows certain internships to count as practical credit if they are directly related to your field.”
My pen paused. I already knew that. I had read the policy three times.
“Now,” he continued, “some placements are more competitive than others.”
His eyes moved across the room then they landed on me. I immediately looked down at my notebook but it was late.
“Gianna,” he said, “Stand up for a moment.”
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