Being an intern over the last few years has taught me a lot of things, but the thing that it has sparked inside me the most is the belief in the American dream. I haven't given up hope and have never felt so close to accomplishing the things I have always desired the most. In fact, sometimes I think that I am privileged for having to endure this crap economy because if it wasn't for that I might not be who I am today. I have struggled with numerous jobs to support my dream of someday becoming a producer and I appreciate every opportunity all the more because of it.
I am not bitter. Maybe I should be. Yes it's true that I am sometimes late on paying rent, and last week I had to ask my parents to help pay for my broken brakes on my clunk of shit car, but... without a dream, what is there to look forward to?