Whilst the Victoria Sponge will always be a classic I like to add a twist to most of my cakes so that they are unique and different to everybody else’s. Although I have never tried to sell a Victoria Sponge to my customers on the stall I would probably end up decorating it with whole fresh strawberries on the top.As I started off selling cupcakes I tend to find that most of my cakes are covered in frosting. The best selling cake by the slice is definitely my Carrot Cake although the next favourite is a competition between Red Velvet and my Sticky Toffee Cake.A lot of my customers see the Red Velvet Cake and don’t know what it is however after explaining what it is they take my word that it is delicious and try it. I find that once they taste it they definitely come back for more.At my last market I decided to try an ombre cake which I had seen online. I baked my basic vanilla sponge recipe and split the mixture into 4 bowls where I coloured it in different shades of purple and baked as normal. Once cooled I sandwiched together with jam (this is unusual for me not to use butter cream) and covered in butter cream and sprinkles. The end result was very eye catching and made people stop to look at my stall. I even had a hen party that was doing a treasure hunt buy a piece as they were looking for something that was purple and unusual.I have had a few customers that maybe don’t like a lot of frosting and want something like a lemon drizzle cake however me being me, I want to do something different which is where my lemon yoghurt cake comes in. This is made with yoghurt and lemons and baked in a Bundt tin. Again this is different but proving to be popular with my customers – maybe it is because they think they are being healthy as it is not covered in lashings of butter cream.Yes, customers do like tried and tested cakes however I think if you add a twist or do something different that is eye catching you will attract them to your stall/shop. Once you have their attention then I find that if they like what they see then they will buy something – after all we eat with our eyes and if something looks good then how can you not try it.Since my last blog my business has really taken off and my husband is getting more involved (he does the selling whilst I do the baking). We have designed a logo for The Dessert Diva and are in the process of setting up a website. As well as doing Kelso Farmers Market each month we also attend Berwick Upon Tweed Market each Saturday and East Fortune Market on a Sunday.We are finding that organisers are coming to us to ask if we can attend various events rather than us having to look so we must be doing something right. As this goes to press we are busy preparing for a Vintage Car Rally this weekend which has 1100 entrants and there could be at least another couple of thousand people through the gates at Thirlestane Castle, Lauder – we are the only stall holder selling cakes so the next few days will be EAT, SLEEP, BAKE, REPEAT, EAT, BAKE, SLEEP, REPEAT……………About Jill ScottJill Scott, based in Kelso in the Scottish Borders, is a mother of three and a qualified accountant working full-time as an ERDF compliance manager. In 2011 she was a semi-finalist in ITV programme This Morning’s Super Sweet Competition with her lemon meringue cheesecake.She decided to do something with her baking rather than it being a hobby. She is trying to start up her own business baking from home and has attended local fund-raisers in her town, as well as generating sales through word of mouth. She has also enjoyed recipe-testing for The Dessert Deli cookbook.
Seeking ethical clarity Related The following is excerpted from the new novel “The Resisters” by Gish Jen ’77, RI ’02. Jen will discuss the book with Professor Martha Minow at Harvard Law School, and later at Harvard Bookstore, on Tuesday, Feb. 4.As her parents, Eleanor and I should have known earlier. But Gwen was a preemie, to begin with. That meant oxygen at first and, after that, special checkups. And her early months were bumpy. She had jaundice; she had roseola; she had colic. She had a heart murmur. Things that I can now see distracted us — especially with the One Chance Policy, we were focused on her health to the exclusion of all else. For the Netted, it was different, of course, but for us Surplus, the limit was one pregnancy per couple, and Eleanor was just out of jail. Outside the house, she had a DroneMinder tracking her every move; the message was clear. She was not getting away with anything.And in any case, we loved Gwen and would never have wanted to replace her, worried though we were that she was delicate — that she might never consume the way she needed to, the way we all needed to. Not that charges of underconsumption couldn’t be fought in the courts. This was AutoAmerica, after all. For all the changes wrought by AI and Automation — now rolled up with the internet into the iBurrito we called Aunt Nettie — we did still have a Constitution. And if anyone could defend what was left of our rights, it was our own fierce Eleanor, of whom even the platoons of Canada geese who patrolled our neighborhood — the pit bulls, one might say, of the waddling world — were afraid. But as Eleanor’s incarceration brought home, these battles had a price, and in the meanwhile, even worrying and weighing the options distracted us from realizing other things — things we might have noticed a bit earlier, had Gwen had a sibling. It is so hard for a new parent to imagine a child any different from the one he or she has — children do so have their own gravity. They are their own normal.And so it is only now that we can see there were signs. All children take what’s in their crib and throw it, for example. It is universal. But Gwen threw her stuffed animals straight through her bedroom doorway. They shot out, never so much as grazing the door frame, and they always hit the wall of the staircase across from her bedroom at a certain spot, with the precise force they needed to bounce forward and drop clean down to the bottom of the stairwell. Was she maybe two when she did this? Not even, although she was already a southpaw. And already she seemed to have unusually long arms and long fingers — or so I remember remarking one day, not that Eleanor and I had so many babies on which to base our comparison. Ours was just an impression. But it was a strong impression. Her fingers were long. I remember, too, having to round up a veritable menagerie on the landing before I could start up the stairs. The stuffed hippo, the stuffed tiger, the three or four stuffed dogs, the stuffed orca and toucan and platypus and turtle — I gathered them all into my arms like the storybook zookeeper of some peaceable kingdom. It was as if I, too, ought by rights to have been made of plush. Of course, our house was automated — as all Surplus houses were required to be, by law — and the animals could easily have been clear-floated. All I had to do was say the word and the HouseBots would emerge from their closets, their green appendages poised to help. Clearfloat now? Aren’t those animals in your way? And, We can roll’n’clear if you’d prefer. You have a choice. You always have a choice — the choice business being a new feature of the program. A bit of cyber-ingratiation, you might say, to balance its more habitual cyber-intimidation. If you trip, it will be your own fault, for example. And, Do note that your choice is on the record. Nothing is being hidden from you. Your choice is on the record. Meaning that I was losing Living Points every time — Living Points being something like what we used to call brownie points when I was growing up, except that these were more critical than money for everything from getting a loan to getting a plane ticket to getting Gwen into Net U one day, should we dream of doing that — a goal that people said involved tens of thousands, or maybe even hundreds of thousands, of points. “As for the resulting reality, was it not disconcertingly like the sea level rise and heat and wind we knew, long ago, would come with climate change but have since come to call normal?” Researchers propose a new field of study to explore how intelligent machines behave as independent agents The science of the artificial The Daily Gazette Sign up for daily emails to get the latest Harvard news. What artificial intelligence will look like in 2030 Tokyo studio hosts Sandel, students for debate free of easy answers But I picked the animals up myself anyway — as did Eleanor, when it was she who came upon them, her silver hair and black eyes shining — and all because we wanted to dump the animals into Gwen’s crib ourselves and hear her quick cresting laughter as she immediately set about hurling them again. Everything was a game to her, a most wonderful, loving, endless game. Her spy-eyes lit up with mischief; her tea-brown cheeks flushed the hot orange pink you see on the underside of clouds at sunset. Often she laughed so hard, she fell as she threw — plopping down on her soft bottom but grabbing the crib rails so hard as she scrambled back up that the whole crib shook. Was this the delicate newborn we had once so anxiously tended? Now breathtakingly robust — indestructible, it seemed — she wore an old-time soft yellow blanket sleeper with attached feet and bunny ears, a hand-knit, extra-warm version of a suit Eleanor remembered from her own childhood. None of this baby-zone heating over Gwen’s crib, in other words. She hardly seemed to need zone-heat in any case, having learned so early to blow on her hands if they were cold and to cuddle with us, if she needed to, for warmth. Indeed, we were all given to cuddling, and we all wore sweaters, too, to avoid turning on the zone-heat, for which we were constantly house-scolded. Don’t you find it a bit chilly? Why not choose to turn on the zone-heat? You’ll be more comfortable — Eleanor, especially. Don’t you find it a bit chilly?But we ignored it. For this was how the AutoHouse started, wasn’t it, with thermostats that sent to Aunt Nettie first data, then videos? Then came DroneDeliverers and FridgeStockers, KidTrackers and RoboSitters, ElderHelpers and YardBots, all of which reported to Aunt Nettie as dutifully as any spy network — recording our steps, our pictures, our relationships, and (back when we soon-to-be-Surplus still had them) our careers. And she, in turn, took what she knew and applied it — even proffering, along the way, solace and advice. Indeed, in the early days of Automation, I myself brought up AskAuntNettie more often than I care to recall and can still remember her consoling voice as she volunteered I’m here and insisted I want to hear everything and reassured me Of course you feel that way, Grant, how could you not? You’re only human.I did laugh at that You’re only human.Still I found not only that part of me responded to the words, but that it responded deeply, that it listened gratefully as Aunt Nettie advanced some surprisingly useful advice on a range of subjects, including the many — I hadn’t realized how many — for which noble Eleanor had no time. Would someone like me, whose mother had had him with WhoNeedsThemMen, have trouble knowing how to be a father, for example? The answer to which was that, given what men could be, I might in fact be better off without a role model anyway. Or how about: Did someone like me really need to own both black and brown shoes now that I was no longer teaching? The answer to which was yes, if I cared about social acceptance, which yes, my data showed that I did, underneath, and which, really, was just as well — correlated as such concern was with mental health, especially among Unretrainables such as, yes, she had heard I now was.Today Aunt Nettie would no doubt use the term “Surplus” — “Unretrainables” having been aggregated with “Unemployables” such as the elderly for the purposes of administering our Basic Incomes. But Unretrainables were in fact different. Unretrainables were people like me, with discontinued professions. Factory workers, drivers, and customer service representatives, in the beginning — joined, as Aunt Nettie evolved from tool to aide to master by assorted doctors, lawyers, teachers, accountants. Professors. Programmers. Brokers. And, as Aunt Nettie assumed an ever greater role in government: Staffers. Poll workers. Selectmen. Auditors. Ombudsmen. Judges. Of course, some people were Retrained. And it goes without saying that not all the Unretrainables were coppertoned, like me. A great many were angelfair. But it was hard not to notice that the Unretrainables did somehow include everyone coppertoned, as well as everyone spy-eyed, like Eleanor, and everyone odd-bodied, too, not to say the odd-godded — Muslims, for example. It was, one had to say, quite a coincidence that the underclass looked as it did; groups like AutoAmericans Against Apartheid called it the New Segregation.Gish Jen is the author of “The Resisters.” Photo by © Basso CannarsaAnd what about meditation? I asked Aunt Nettie once. Would that help me tame certain mannerisms I had developed since my work was discontinued? The answer to which was, again, yes, and here was a link to get me started, although she thought I might also just try sitting on my hands.Like others, I had allowed Aunt Nettie to keep my calendar back in the days when, as the young head of an English as a second language program, I still had immigrants to teach and obligations to juggle. This was some time ago, now — before Ship’EmBack. But back then, I had also allowed Aunt Nettie to email people on my behalf, checking the “mimic your voice” option and marveling at just how perfectly she could replicate my tics of phrasing. She had even captured a certain formality I had picked up from my mother — a holdover from her days as a Caribbean schoolmarm — because I had, in my youthful diligence, sent so many thousands of emails. Indeed, Aunt Nettie had so much data on me that not even Eleanor could tell it was not I who had composed the messages she received from my account. What’s more, I had taken advantage of the EZ tools offered to me and trained Aunt Nettie to write my lessons and my syllabi — even to generate sample sentences and punny jokes. Indeed, I trained her so well that I had more than once observed that an avatar could now run the class, especially since she had my voiceprint and so could not only make my jokes but make them in my voice.As for why I did these things — I generally did them, I see now, because I appreciated some associated convenience, which was to say because I could be, as my mother liked to say, lazy as a rock at the bottom of a hill. And as for the resulting reality, was it not disconcertingly like the sea level rise and heat and wind we knew, long ago, would come with climate change but have since come to call normal? No one would have willfully chosen the stranding of whole office parks and schools and neighborhoods by the flooding we saw now. No one would have willfully chosen the generating of the places we called marooned places, just as no one would have chosen the extinction of frogs and of polar bears, or the decimation of our pine forests by the explosion in bark beetles. And yet it was something we humans did finally choose. After all, it was not the earth that chose it, or any other creature. It was we who made our world what it was. It was we who were responsible.And who else was to blame that we Surplus were now required by law to have AutoHouses, which were for the most part AutoHouseboats, collected into Flotsam Towns? Happily, house video surveillance did end. We did at least now have — thanks to the herculean efforts of Eleanor and her legal team — an A/V data shutoff to which you could resort. It wasn’t the default. To get at it you had to remove a wall panel with a special screwdriver for which you had to send away, and which was always on backorder; I do think they made about a dozen a year. Then you had to rewire the thing yourself, and it goes without saying that absolutely nothing was labeled. But still, the shutoff was there.As for the price of victory — well, let us just say that it was only after some years that we beheld Gwen and finally had the bandwidth to think what we should have thought all along. Namely: How extraordinary.I had bought Gwen a pink Spalding ball at an underground yard sale and seen how she laughed as she threw it at my nose. I had seen how she laughed, too, when I found her a tiny baseball glove, at another underground sale. I had seen her put it on her head like a hat. I had seen her talk to the glove and sleep with it under her pillow. And as she grew older, I had seen how she could throw an apple smack into the mouth of a Halloween scarecrow from clear across a field. She threw a kid’s handphone back to him through the window of a moving AutoLyft. She hammered a nail into a pole by throwing a rock at it from across the street.Was it not uncanny? We called it her gift. And sometimes, when Eleanor and I were talking, just the two of us, we reached back into old-time thinking and parlance and asked, Is this what people meant when they said something was God-given? Not that we were religious — hardly. And every child is humbling in a way that was hard even for old-time people to express — hard, that is, even for people who had not been brought up to seek truth in big data and algorithms but in things like books. Indeed, Gwen, too, was much more than her gift. She, too, was an embodiment of that tornado that is girlhood — that glorious whirlwind of silliness and sophistication that seems to dance and spin and touch down just exactly where it likes.Yet Gwen’s gift awed us in a special way. Was there not something miraculous about it — this ability? This talent? This knack? This utterly useless aptitude? Where did it come from? What was its purpose? We were, as I said, in awe. And maybe that was why we used that phrase, “God-given”— a phrase whose meaning we did not quite know, but that meant, we understood, beyond us. Beyond our ken. Beyond our grasp. Beyond human understanding, and beyond inhuman understanding, too. Beyond Aunt Nettie. And as a father, all I wanted was to see my daughter, in all her giftedness and idiosyncratic humanity, bloom.Excerpted from “The Resisters” by Gish Jen. Copyright © 2020 by Gish Jen. Excerpted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. New report examines how AI might affect urban life
FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Billings Gazette:The lone source of coal for the Colstrip power plant has been scheduled for bankruptcy auction in late January.Rosebud Mine will be auctioned Jan. 22, if necessary, to help pay the debts of Westmoreland Coal Co., which owns the mine. The United States Bankruptcy Court Southern District of Texas on Thursday set terms for the auction, which the Colorado-based coal company had requested in October.Westmoreland did not respond to interview requests Friday by Lee Montana Newspapers. The company filed for bankruptcy Oct. 8, indicating that it had more than $1.4 billion in debt and assets of $770 million.Montana’s state government is in the process of approving a 10-square mile expansion of Rosebud Mine, not knowing who the actual developer might be after a sale. This week, Billings-based Northern Plains Resource Council asked the state Department of Environmental Quality to stop the permitting process at least until the developer is identified. Northern Plains earlier in the week also identified more than 50 springs it said would be destroyed by the mine expansion.The auction comes as the four-unit Colstrip power plant’s contract for Rosebud Mine coal winds down. The current agreement guarantees coal at least through 2019. Four utilities with 70 percent ownership in Colstrip Units 3 and 4 have expressed concern about not having coal if a buyer of Westmoreland’s assets opts to mine coal at Rosebud, or not mine enough to feed Units 3 and 4.More: Bankruptcy auction set for Rosebud Mine, sole supplier of coal to Colstrip Westmoreland’s Rosebud Mine heads to the auction block
Ken Robinson, a retired Marine Corps major general who led NAFCU through a time of technological change and challenges to consumers’ choice to join credit unions, passed away this Monday. He was 86.Robinson retired from the Marine Corps in 1983 after 33 years of service. He joined NAFCU as its chief executive in 1984 also having served on the board of three credit unions and as a management consultant for NCUA. He remained in the NAFCU post until his retirement in 2000.As NAFCU’s top executive, Robinson led a period of growth for the association in staff, membership, technology and influence before Congress on issues important to credit unions. He played a leading role in creation of the Credit Union Campaign for Consumer Choice, whose aim was to reverse a loss in the courts, including the U.S. Supreme Court, to banking trades over federal credit unions’ ability to serve multiple-group fields of membership.The Campaign was a joint effort among NAFCU, credit unions, other credit union organizations and consumer and employer groups across the U.S. Robinson provided leadership at every stage, including the industry’s efforts to secure lawmakers’ support for legislation codifying multiple-group chartering. The Credit Union Membership Access Act, drafted to do just that, was passed by the Senate and House in the summer of 1998 and signed by President Clinton Aug. 7. continue reading » 5SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr
By Lonnie WheatleyPEORIA, Ariz. – The sizzle is back, as things heat up in a big way with Saturday night’s Summer Sizzle event at the 1/3-mile Canyon Speedway Park clay oval.The 9th World IMCA Modifieds headline the June 6 Summer Sizzle along with a full slate of Arizona Differential Pure Stocks, Scottsdale Muffler & Automotive Renegades, Micro Sprints, Dwarf Cars and Mini Stocks.Racing action gets under way at 7 p.m.While defending track champion Ricky Thornton Jr. topped the most recent 9th World Vapor IMCA Modified event on May 9, it’s Shawn Zelenka out to the points lead with a slim four-point lead over Garett Funk.Bo Partain is just another three points back in the Modified title chase with George Fronsman and Bryson Curry also among the top five.
Ruth F. Lang (née Beesley) died peacefully at The Woodlands on July 22, 2019 in Hamilton, Ohio at the age of 97.Ruth is survived by her sister Mildred and numerous nieces, nephews and great nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her husband John (Junior), her father and mother Lee and Pearl (nee Cotrell) Beesley, her brothers Harry, Alford, Aubrey, Clarence, Glen, Loren, and her sisters Blanche and Helen.Ruth was born on September 8, 1921 on English Hill to Lee and Pearl Beesley. She graduated from Whitewater School in 1940. She married John Lang in 1946, they celebrated 66 years together. Ruth enjoyed Reds baseball, visits with family, and golfing. She loved to tell of the two trophies she won golfing.Visitation is to be at Cook Rosenberger Funeral Home, 929 Main Street, Brookville, on Saturday July 27th from 9:30 until 10:30 a.m. The funeral is to follow at St Michaels Catholic Church at 11:00 a.m. with burial in the church cemetery.Memorial donations can be directed to a charity of choice. To sign the online guestbook or to leave a personal memory please visit www.cookrosenberger.com. The staff of Cook Rosenberger Funeral Home is honored to serve the family of Ruth Lang.
The Residential Student Government will be hosting a wide array of events this week as part of Awareness Week 2014. The program is designed to improve residential life for all students and will take place in each of the residential areas around campus.The programs will be hosted at the North Area, South Area, West Area and Parkside Area and will focus on diversity, safety, health and wellness and stress relief.Each day will focus on promoting one of the values of Awareness Week. Monday’s events highlighted diversity and took place in the North Area Courtyard and the Birnkrant Multipurpose Room. Students participated in salsa and zumba classes and ate ethnic cuisine including Korean, Italian and Mexican food.There was also information about the Los Angeles Metro to encourage students to go out and explore the city. Taryn Maister, programming chair for North Residential College, emphasized how important it is for students to get off campus and see Los Angeles.“I don’t think students realize how diverse Los Angeles is,” Maister said. “We got restaurants from around L.A. to give us ethnic food for Awareness Week to show students that they don’t only have to stay on campus to get good food. They should go out and explore the city.”Safety will be the main focus of Tuesday’s events, which will take place on the South Area Lawn. Self-defense, bike safety and CPR classes will be offered to students and In-N-Out burgers will be served to those who participate.Jack Huebner, a freshman majoring in cognitive science, hopes to work on the EMT Team at sporting events on campus next year and is utilizing Awareness Week to learn CPR.“I’m excited for Tuesday, which will definitely help me prep for applying to work on the emergency response team at sporting events next year,” Huebner said.Wednesday’s events move off-campus to Cardinal Gardens where health and wellness will be the topic of interest. A basketball tournament is scheduled from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. and healthy smoothies, burgers and granola will be offered to fuel the players.Friday will round up Awareness Week with events at Parkside geared towards helping students with stress relief. Puppies will be available for students to pet to relieve the anxiety of midterm season.Tina Tzeng, vice president of programming for RSG, emphasized that the organization wants to focus on more than just the social aspect of dorm life.“During fall semester, RSG holds a highlighter dance and ‘Save Tommy Night,’” Tzeng said. “Now in spring semester, we wanted to move away from just social life and move towards areas that we can highlight and improve in residential life as well.”Tzeng hopes that Awareness Week will serve as a bonding experience for those in student housing.“At RSG, we want to make dorms more than just a place to live, we want to make them a home,” Tzeng said. “Awareness Week gives everyone a break from studying and a chance to come and have some fun. If everyone has a smile on their face, the event was a success.”
The Dornsife Washington, D.C. program sent its first group of students to the nation’s capital to study and intern for the spring semester.After going through an application process that included essay questions, recommendation letters and a formal interview, eighteen students were selected to participate in the program. All students are currently enrolled in three classes called, Espionage and Intelligence, Formulation of U.S. Foreign Policy and Managing New Global Challenge. Students can receive up to 4 units from their internship through the program.Jeffrey Fields, USC alumnus and assistant professor of the practice of international relations, is the director of the spring 2015 Washington, D.C. program.Fields first heard about the idea for the program from Steven Lamy, a professor of international relations and vice dean for academic programs.“The main idea of this program is to take students interested in politics and policy and bring them to Washington where they can take classes and work, but the idea is to pull all those things together, the academic studies, the work and seeing practical politics come to life,” Fields said.Students are required to participate in an internship which requires 20 to 30 hours of work per week. Though only international relations are currently offered, Fields anticipated offering classes in political science and economics in the future.Every participant will be living together in apartments and will be taking the same three classes, each student has been assigned to a unique internship. Students are interning in many different sectors, ranging from think tanks on Capitol Hill to government agencies.For example, Dan Morgan-Russell, a junior majoring in international relations and global economy, is working as a scholar intern under Diana Negroponte and Paul. D Williams at the Woodrow Wilson International Center for Scholars.In addition to researching small, individual questions on topics such as the Cold War and Somalia, Morgan-Russell also is able to conduct his own research. Morgan-Russell applied to the program to figure out his plans following graduation. Through his internship experience with a think tank, he said that he would like to work in the future with a non-governmental organization.“I feel really fortunate to be in the first iteration of this program, and I’m really looking forward to hearing how it continues to grow in the years to come,” Morgan-Russell said. “I really think it’ll be a feather in the cap of the University of Southern California if we continue to nurture this program and give the opportunity to young scholars, like myself, access to the kinds of opportunities you can only find in our nation’s capital.”Meanwhile, Kara Junttila, a sophomore majoring in international relations and political economy, is a research intern at the Henry L. Stimson Center.Junttila helps research associates by conducting background research, drafting grant proposals and coordinating various events. She had the opportunity to write an op-ed with one of the co-founders of the Stimson Center that was published in Roll Call, a newspaper on Capitol Hill. As a result of her time spent in D.C., Junttila plans on staying for the summer to see what’s it like working in the government sector.“It’s such a good experience to get outside of L.A. and to see what there is to do professionally after school and to make sure you like what you’re studying,” Junttila said.Riyana Chakraborty, a sophomore majoring in international relations (global business), is a research assistant at the South Asia Center with the Atlantic Council.Chakraborty performs intern duties such as planning events, but she also does research for acting director Bharath Gopalaswamy. Her current research focuses on Indian space security objectives and policy initiatives.Chakraborty explained that her favorite part of the program is having the opportunity to listen to the guest lecturers who come in to talk to students. “Every single class is a class you can take at USC, but when you take it here, the professors are constantly bringing in outside speakers who are experts in their field here in D.C.,” Chakraborty said. “The material we’re learning comes to life when they come to speak to us and when they tell us about what it’s really like to be here, and that’s something that’s very different from sitting in a classroom in L.A.”Correction: A previous version of this story stated the students are enrolled in one class and are able to receive 16 units through their internship. They are actually enrolled in three classes and able to receive 4 units through their internship. The Daily Trojan regrets the error.