I haven’t been blogging here that much since school started and for that I apologize. If there is anyone to apologize to anyway. Most of my classes haven’t been that busy yet but what’s really eating up my time (and energy, motivation, passion) is my internship at a certain local newspaper. Being an intern is a lot less scary now that I’ve been one for two weeks. Sure, there’s still the anxiety of actually being in the field (and in our line of work, the field could be anywhere from city hall to police stations to accident sites) but you kind of get used to it. I did, anyway. Or at least I think so.
The newspaper publication company that I was assigned to is, thankfully, nice to their interns. Our editors and senior reporters even treat us as actual journalists and not just mere interns. It’s nice. Of course, it also comes with a downside. The pressure is there all the time. We’re not treated as just interns but as actual reporters. No excuses, no special considerations, no extension of deadlines (unless the story or the sources of the story need it). We interns really get to feel what it’s like to be journalists in the field.
It’s kind of… exhilarating but terrifying at the same time.
But you know what? I actually quite like it. I like going out somewhere, sniffing around for news, tracking down sources, putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. I like having a nice, cozy place to return to after finding my news story/stories of the day and sitting down to write it (ancient computer with greasy keyboards notwithstanding). There’s a sort of routine everyday but I get to learn something new and do something new every time I’m out on the field which is really nice. There’s kind of a sweet balance of excitement and monotony, if I were to describe it.
It’s quite surprising that I’m actually liking this internship deal, I know, since I’m extremely introverted. But I’ve managed to grow and actually somewhat defeat my shyness because I’m forced to get to know and understand people. I still cringe every time I need to talk to strangers but at least now I only need a minute (or half if I’m feeling gutsy) to prepare myself mentally and emotionally to deal with the interaction. Years ago, I needed at least a few hours, moral support, an emergency exit strategy, and a complete script if I needed to talk to strangers. Hooray for character development!
Anyway, I survived my second week of internship and I think I’m starting to get into the groove of things. I still have about 242 hours of internship left – minimum is 300 hours… I know, right?! – but I think I can do it. Let’s see how I’ll fare once thesis and co. start breathing down my neck.