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Tempest by Tommy Ingberg<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

First Day<\/h1>\n

By Ryan Diminick<\/p>\n

I backed into the parking spot, making sure I had enough clearance on each side. The first attempt brought me too close to the black SUV on my right, so I decided to pull forward. Once I straightened out, I put my beige sedan in reverse and glided in with ease.<\/p>\n

I was now sitting in the parking garage that housed the vehicles of employees working for The Source, one of the local newspapers. It was the first day of my internship there and I had arrived a half hour early.<\/p>\n

I was nervous, but I knew there was no need to be. My life was filled with plenty of first days, so in retrospect, this was nothing out of the ordinary.<\/p>\n

I pulled the sun visor down and checked my appearance in the small mirror. My hair was a little on the long side and slightly unkempt. There was a little stubble on my face. I hadn\u2019t shaved in a few days.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Dan,\u201d I said to myself. \u201cYou\u2019ve got this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I flipped the visor back up and let out a sigh.<\/p>\n

Then they came to me. My thoughts.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m 28 years old. I\u2019m only just beginning my first internship. What am I doing? Why am I really here? This isn\u2019t going to lead to anything. Why do I even bother? It\u2019s not like I\u2019m 21 anymore. As far as society\u2019s concerned, I\u2019m supposed to be way past this point. I should be on my way career-wise by now. I don\u2019t have a chance for success. Not by a long shot. My time has passed.<\/em><\/p>\n

I slapped myself across the face.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop it!\u201d I yelled.<\/p>\n

I pulled the visor back down and stared into the eyes of my reflection.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re okay,\u201d I said. \u201cEverything is going to be okay. You know it\u2019s not as simple as that. It never is. Just go in there and own it. Own it!\u201d<\/p>\n

My voice was just slightly above a whisper, but that was all I needed. The weight began to lift, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere we go,\u201d I said calmly.<\/p>\n

I raised the visor, took a moment to fully compose myself, and opened the door. As I walked toward the building, black laptop bag slung over my shoulder, I noticed some of the other employees filing in. Whether they worked for The Source or in another office, I wasn\u2019t sure. It didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n

There was something in their faces, though, that I noticed. It was a look that reflected the thoughts I had just been feeling. It hit me how stupid I was.<\/p>\n

And then I smiled.<\/p>\n

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