After a phone call from Bob Bruck, the city editor of the Messenger-Inquirer, I was told I was getting to spend another summer in my hometown writing for the newspaper I grew up reading. The first thing I learned during my internship is time truly does fly by, because after 10 short weeks I am summing what seemed like such a short period of time.
It seemed like May 14, was yesterday and I was making my way through the newsroom to the familiar desk I had last summer. I knew about 9 a.m. morning meetings, the reporters who had been working for the Messenger for many decades and I knew enough contacts to jump in and start writing a story. Everything I was asked to do at my internship was an opportunity to learn something new and meet more people. I had previous knowledge of what was expected of me due to spending 30 hours a week for 10 weeks there last year as an unpaid intern. I knew my requirements would be more intense this summer and I was excited for the new challenge.
My confidence level, writing skills and vocabulary grew immensely from the first summer to my most recent internship. I am more comfortable interviewing people over the phone and I’ve learned you can never ask too many questions.
I covered a house fire, the county fair, new businesses, and wrote a few stories for the neighboring county’s newspaper. I worked in triple digit heat while covering music festivals and parades. I attended morning meetings every day and was given instructional criticism; long hours and on-site reporting were some of the everyday quirks proven to make me a better reporter.
As my 10 weeks have come and gone, I miss the intensity of the newsroom. I realized how blessed I have been to work at the Messenger-Inquirer for two summers and every summer I am reminded why I love this business. Every opportunity to learn more about the newspaper and reporting industry excites me for the future.