The summer stresses me out.
I remember when the summers meant going on vacation to Florida and California, laying out, road trips to Texas, going to concerts, typical free-time stuff. But then those summers ended, and I became obsessed with getting a good internship related to my major (journalism) to beef up my resume.
Last year, I got really lucky and was told I got into a national internship program the week before I left to study abroad in Spain. The entire time all the other study abroad students were worrying about coordinating an internship from across the ocean, I was e-mailing my contact about how much I would be getting paid.
This year, I'm not so lucky. It is now mid-February and I have absolutely no idea what I will be doing this summer. Although I would die to live in New York City or Chicago (depleting all my 13 years of savings), that rational little chunk of my brain is telling me I won't be.
And so I scour the Internet looking for summer internship programs for magazines or newspapers. And I nurture that little bead of hope where I envision myself walking around New York City, iced latte in hand navigating the busy sidewalks. But I am also ready to live somewhere else, somewhere new, and work on a newspaper. Bottom line, as long as I can get an internship related to journalism, I will be happy. I just wish, for the sake of my sanity, I had my plans nailed down for the summer right now.
-- News
Chelsea Hadaway
News Editor
1 comment:
I lived in New York last summer hun and trust me it's not all it's cracked up to be. But if you want to do it. I have friends there that can help you find a place to stay or stay with and if you want to work for an uber-liberal paper that doesn't pay but you get to work with a guy who is crazy well-known in journalism I can get you in.
let me know.
good luck hun!
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