I’ll be honest — at the start of this internship I didn’t know if I would make it to the end.
Starting my internship during election week was a blessing and a nightmare all at the same time.
College had prepared me — I knew what I was supposed to do. I had served as design editor and staff writer at my university’s newspaper.
But working at a daily just isn’t the same.
And writing local news just isn’t the same as writing campus news either.
It was those facts that had me in a near panic attack, to say the least, that I had graduated with a degree in a career which I couldn’t even accurately do.
I’d never seen so much red ink on my stories in all my life.
Today, it’s easy enough for me to laugh at those first two weeks that I was in such a worry over. It was those first two weeks that really taught me what a newsroom was like.
Sometimes it’s insanely hectic. Sometimes it’s deathly silent. Sometimes you have to sit in a chair and type up 100 indictments, but sometimes you get to go zip lining (or at least I did!).
I’ve shaken a hundred hands and learned a hundred more names.
It can be frustrating at times, but during others it’s by far one of the most rewarding jobs. There was nothing quite like the moment a sweet, elderly lady called just to say she enjoyed my story about a local library. Or the time a I watched a child light up with excitement about the prospect of her camp picture being in the newspaper.
Yes, this job is tough and at times I didn’t know if I’d make it. But I’m sure glad I did. Now I have the opportunity to continue my work with the Times-Tribune as a full-time reporter.
It’s because of those first two weeks that tried my (and probably my editor’s) patience that I feel confident as a writer. I had wonderful people working with me to make me better, and I’m excited to continue working with them.
I guess that journalism degree wasn’t a waste after all.