One of the ten assignments we have to complete during our time here at The Washington Center is to conduct an informational interview with a professional in a career similar to one we aspire to have one day in the future. You set up 8 to 10 questions, find a super important person with a cool job, email or call them until they can’t ignore you anymore, hope and pray they agree to tell you their life story for about 20 minutes, and then write a two-page paper about it and turn it in. Sounds terrifying, right?

My entire first blog post was dedicated to the international flavor of TWC's program. The diversity and richness of culture that surrounds us here at TWC is so salient that I feel I have to express this idea to you one more time, but from a different angle.  

Being able to spend a semester in Washington, D.C. obviously has countless benefits for my own present and future, such as work experience, networking opportunities, and the ability to expand my horizons in several other ways, but I'm not the only one taking advantage of my trip to the nation's capital!  

It's not very often that Monday is included as being part of one of the most awesome weekends of your life, so here's a whole blog post about how great one of my Mondays was and how very different it was from the last Monday I wrote about.  

As busy as TWC interns are during the week (and considering how early most of us have to wake up), you'd think we would just want to sleep in all weekend and do relaxing things like bum around, watch movies, and be on Tumblr all day. This would normally be the case, but the thing about Washington, D.C. is that there's never a dull moment in the city, and the fact that we're only here for 15 weekends gives us the motivation to get out there and do it all.  

If you're reading this blog post right now, more likely than not, you know about the TWC website and have been frantically searching for information about what we interns actually spend 10-to-15 weeks doing on a day-to-day basis, to little or no avail.

Snow. Such a simple phenomenon, really. The existing water droplets in clouds transform into ice crystals because of the low temperature in the atmosphere. The ice crystals that fall to the ground when the cloud is ready to release them are called snowflakes, and they are the perfect, tiny, hexagonal, unique centerpieces of this type of precipitation that billions of people experience every day, all around the world.  

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" That's something I've been hearing a lot for the past week. "Fabiana," I've been replying patiently; I expected this. Don't get me wrong, it's not like people back home in Miami or at the University of Florida can usually understand my name on the first try. But it has become increasingly obvious that Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore.