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In college I applied for a paying internship in a Congressman's office, and they called me back for an interview. Then they called me back to reschedule the interview for Friday, a few days later.
I went to the interview, and left thinking that it had gone exceptionally well. I was excited about what I figured I'd be doing that summer. After I drove home that afternoon, I checked the mail, and guess what, a little rejection letter postmarked the day before. I was pissed, and later found out that the guy that got it was a political science major and the golden boy of that department, and he had been recommended by the prof. that set the internship up. Without that, or even knowing that prof., I was just wasting my time.
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