My experience with the asset-slinging and stock bell-ringing began in the spring of eighth grade, when my parents realized summer was approaching and I was at an awkward age–too old for summer camp, too brashy for Teen Travel, and too young to entertain myself every day.
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Subway to Hell: Field Reports from the Internship Hunt
As he walked away, the word “commission” rank in the air like an express train running by, and I finally admitted to myself that it was a scam.