The Intern Is Dead, Long Live The Intern!

"Double espresso to go, please!"

That's been my order at the Humble Lion café across from McGill University every morning for the last six months or so.

On this particular morning, watching the students heading to class, just as I had been doing for the last few years, a poignant realization set in: For the first time, at the beginning of the academic year, I was going in the opposite direction, toward the office. Having just been sworn in, this was my first month as a practising lawyer.

While waiting for my coffee, I continued philosophizing: "Finally," I said to myself, "I'm free from the academic assembly line!" For the first time in my life, I felt truly in control of my destiny.