My supervisor asks me if I went to a prep school.
No, I didn’t.
He went to Brophy Academy.
She asks me if my parents are attorneys.
No. They aren’t.
His parents are attorneys.
She asks us if we’re going to law school.
No, we won’t.
She can’t fathom it.
She asks me if I know Safron Foer or Greek Literature
And what my favorite pieces are.
I don’t know it well.
The other intern hates Cicero.
My supervisor says she is glad that we are all readers, at least.
As an unpaid intern, that’s good enough, it seems.
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