Hi there! Im back, you guys! Sorry, but The Modern Age had to take a couple months off while I was traveling and getting back to school, but now that Im back, I promise never to leave you guys again. Well, until the next time I stop writing this column for shady, undisclosed reasons.

So lets disclose those shady, undisclosed reasons for not doing the column for two months (has it really been that long?). When last we spoke, I was in London, doing some sort of Study Abroad thing where I was supposed to take a bunch of classes and then get an internship. The internship ended up entailing my writing for a magazine that focused on dance music. I wrote some stories and reviews for them, but mainly I just updated their website and worried about making tea.

In fact, the vast majority of my internship time involved me being terrified of making tea.

Some background: If you work in an office with a bunch of British people, they will drink tea all day. No matter what line of work, be it accounting or dance music writing or the administrative office of a lion tamers union, there will be mass amounts of tea there which will be consumed at a rate similar to the rate of which Don Draper from Mad Men consumes Scotch. That is to say, British people drink a lot of tea.

And if you work at an office full of nice people, youre going to find that everyone makes tea for each other. It was not uncommon in my office to have the editor, a big-wig British music writer whos had stories published in The Guardian (The British version of The New York Times), make everyone in the office some tea. You know its a democratic office when the boss makes tea for everybody.

The intern (me) must have made tea for everyone, right?

Err, well no. I was afraid. Because if you, as an American, mess up the national drink of Great Britain to a bunch of Brits, then they are going to get mad and make fun of you for the rest of the afternoon. Of course, its not like I wasnt made fun of in the office for being American, being afraid of dancing, and being afraid of going to dance parties with them after they got off work. I was. But I didnt need an additional reason for them to mock me.

After the internship, I went to France with my parents. It was really fun and I rode a Segway around the Eiffel Tower. After France, I came back to college. Im a Senior and trying to prepare myself for the real world. Mainly, however, I have been not making tea and cowering.

Good night, good luck, and Ill see you in two weeks!