Undergrad Benson describes London Olympics internship as "five weeks of chaos mixed with enchantment and awe"
I’m driving full speed. Well, actually a solid three miles per hour, a “walking pace” as security guards call it, in my creaking golf cart past the crown-like stadium that seemingly juts out of the perfectly kempt ground and into the crystal blue London sky.
It’s a rarity to feel the heat of the sun on my back after weeks of doom and gloom clouds and constant downpour. But it seems...