Graduating from college is, for most people, a moment of truth. The "real world" looms, bills beckon, jobs are scarce, and the first words on everyone else's lips are: "So. What's next?"
I was, much as I hated to admit it, no exception.
My summer was taken care of, with two months learning German and visiting relatives in Munich. Yet I still had to find something to do come August.
What I did was go to Washington.