I am sitting down to write my check-in from Chicago, this year’s most popular J1 destination, in true J1 fashion; that is having just been handed an eviction warning and trying to brainstorm a way to blag myself into Lollapalooza tomorrow for free.   As a third year BESS student, an internship of some sorts is the implied the route you should be taking with your last four months of freedom before the final hurdle of that one more year in college. However, having missed all the deadlines and not fancying a long summer at home without a job, I acted upon impulse the night … Continue reading The Windy City