希拉里自传9

<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;">I&nbsp;had&nbsp;applied&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;Wellesley&nbsp;Internship&nbsp;Program&nbsp;in&nbsp;Washington,&nbsp;D.C.,&nbsp;and&nbsp;though&nbsp;dismayed&nbsp;and&nbsp;unnerved&nbsp;by&nbsp;the&nbsp;assassinations,&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;still&nbsp;committed&nbsp;to&nbsp;going&nbsp;to&nbsp;Washington.&nbsp;The&nbsp;nine-week&nbsp;summer&nbsp;program&nbsp;placed&nbsp;students&nbsp;in&nbsp;agencies&nbsp;and&nbsp;congressional&nbsp;offices&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;firsthand&nbsp;look&nbsp;at&nbsp;“how&nbsp;government&nbsp;works.”&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;assigned&nbsp;to&nbsp;intern&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;House&nbsp;Republican&nbsp;Conference.<br /><br />Toward&nbsp;the&nbsp;end&nbsp;of&nbsp;my&nbsp;internship,&nbsp;Congressman&nbsp;Charls&nbsp;Goodell&nbsp;in&nbsp;New&nbsp;York,&nbsp;asked&nbsp;me&nbsp;and&nbsp;a&nbsp;few&nbsp;other&nbsp;interns&nbsp...