My high school required students to complete an internship during senior year. Why waste time and money figuring out what you don’t like in college when you can get an idea of a field in high school? That was the administration’s philosophy, anyways.
Frankly, there’s no other way I would have found myself, at age 17, in the lobby of the Wadsworth Center, waiting for an interview with an neuroscience researcher, wearing the only pair of non-denim pants I owed, and gnawing my nails to stubs. It’s not that I didn’t want to be there.There’s just no way I would have put myself there voluntarily; it was intimidating as hell. But by the end of our hour-long interview, this researcher decided it was worth it to take a bit of a leap of faith and let me work with him. The New York State Department of Health was less convinced. It took a lot of paperwork just to let me use a computer and the Internet.
For more: http://msurjblog.com/2012/11/07/starting-out-shredded-cuticles-and-the-best-time-i-spelled-the-word-watermelon-2/