It’s my last day interning for The DSM Group and time flew by. As I look back on my wonderful experience, there’s one overwhelming question. How the hell did I get my internship here? I mean, imagine a goofy 19-year-old kid whose voice is as deep as James Earl Jones, with long hair (or amazing flow, as I like to call it) glasses, and at times, lacking coordination. Guess what: That's me.