Personal Narrative: My Internship With The Brooklyn Bee Corps

In the words of my grandma, my summer internship was “weird.” As a self-proclaimed homebody, I wanted to do something interesting this summer instead of the usual Netflix watching slug that I become. This realization started my hunt to find every unusual internship in New York City. Eventually, I sent an application for a farming internship and presented my charming self at a group interview. The rejection in my inbox reveals that my charm was only charming to me.
However, a week later, my initial confidence came to fruition and I was offered an alternative internship, called the Brooklyn Bee Corps. My heart leaped with excitement and surprise that I received an invite. Immediately, I obsessively researched the program and reread the invite a couple hundred times. My only
I put on my best smile and awkwardly greeted the four girls and one boy standing among the greenery. Then, I realized that one of the “teenage” girls was one of the instructors; she took charge of the group and continued to show us a variety of flowers and plants. During lunch, I started to relax and take in the miniature forest of mostly purple, green and yellow flowers just starting to fully bloom. My eyes wandered outside of the forest when the honking of noisy trucks charging through the city street became too obnoxious to ignore. The first day was a Wednesday, Native Plant Day. The second day was a Thursday, Beekeeping Day. I tried on the oversized white space suit, also known as a beekeeping suit. As the smallest of the interns, I looked the most ridiculous with the crotch of the suit hitting my knees. As I hobbled over to the beehives, I took my first glimpse at the swarm of honey bees in their busy homes. I bowed down to the Queen Bee with her yellow crown on her back and heard the loud buzz intensify as I raised a heavy frame of honey for the first