To be honest, I am having an excellent internship experience. I have heard some unfortunate stories from fellow interns about their bosses, but the overall feeling tends to go more towards good experiences. When you have a couple bad apples, those just stand out more. At work, I finished one training powerpoint and began another. Throughout the day I talked with my temporary supervisor quite a bit and read several rulebooks and other literature to clarify my understanding so I could write realistic voiceovers; I don't think it's the final product by any stretch of the imagination, but the finished powerpoint has been sent "upstairs" (what music works here? Dragnet? Twilight Zone? Not really-- the people on the next floor up are all quite nice!) for approval! This is exciting! Before I knew it, it was closing time. The days are flying by in a blur. Is it really the second week?
I thought that the Civic Engagement Project was a weekly meeting, but it turns out that it isn't; I'm not entirely certain how I feel about this. On one hand, it's nice to have more evenings free, but on the other hand I've enjoyed our meetings a lot. In leiu of attending a Civic Engagement meeting, I attended a workshop on writing cover letters. The director of Career Services taught it, and I walked away feeling fairly confident about how to write one. Additionally, I met a girl from Turkey. Nazli, but the "i" isn't really an "i"; you swallow it so it sounds more like a strangled pronunciation of "nozzle." The diversity in the students here at The Washington Center (I heard someone say around 400/450) is astounding and easily appreciated. Nazli seems like a brilliant young woman.
I'm still limping around... I think it's time to find a chiropractor.
I thought that the Civic Engagement Project was a weekly meeting, but it turns out that it isn't; I'm not entirely certain how I feel about this. On one hand, it's nice to have more evenings free, but on the other hand I've enjoyed our meetings a lot. In leiu of attending a Civic Engagement meeting, I attended a workshop on writing cover letters. The director of Career Services taught it, and I walked away feeling fairly confident about how to write one. Additionally, I met a girl from Turkey. Nazli, but the "i" isn't really an "i"; you swallow it so it sounds more like a strangled pronunciation of "nozzle." The diversity in the students here at The Washington Center (I heard someone say around 400/450) is astounding and easily appreciated. Nazli seems like a brilliant young woman.
I'm still limping around... I think it's time to find a chiropractor.
Blessings,
Clarice
Clarice