Today is the very last day of my very awesome summer internship.
What’s it like to be a real reporter, you say? Not sure. But allow me to tell you some of my notable experiences as a lowly intern.
This summer included:
- Getting to write a feature on a local bean-to-bar chocolate maker, and then getting to sample said bean-to bar chocolate
- Feeling a constant, but extremely motivating, low level of panic when I occasionally had to write stories on a tight deadline
- Pitching stories on the musical Hamilton and the Olympics, just because I really wanted to write about the musical Hamilton and the Olympics
- Writing a cover story and waaaaay over-researching (classic Lisa), leading to my merciful editors letting me write follow-up stories
- Bonding with my co-worker at the desk next to me, who I mentally referred to as my Work Mom
- Getting to write FOOD REVIEWS. In case this isn’t clear, this is when they PAY YOU to EAT FOOD.
- Having a thirty minute conversation with someone wherein I asked them a question and they dodged the answer so I asked them in a slightly different way and they did another little dance around the answer, and I asked them again just for kicks and yet no dice, repeat ad nauseum
- Going to press conferences and rallies, and feeling like a #legit reporter.
- Writing a story about the mayor that he retweeted. I am disproportionately proud of this.
- Shaking someone’s hand and saying “Lisa Speckhard, CapTimes,” then trying not to die of embarrassment because of how weirdly adult that sounded
- Eating ten pounds of pretzels a day, as they were constantly available outside the managing editor’s office. I predict their pretzel expenses will decrease by 4000% after I leave. (I have a thing for salty snacks, OK? And they were a 7-step walk from my desk, OK?)
But mostly, I just really, really love the people who work there. They were super nice and welcoming, and had a propensity to bring delicious treats to the office. My editors let me do my thang and mostly left me to my own devices, yet never acted annoyed when I asked them assuredly stupid questions.
Thanks CapTimes, you’ve been the kewlest.
Now it’s two weeks of vay-cay (when I get to see BOTH Anna AND Mary!!), and then, alas, back to the grad school grindstone. While I am very excited to take the classes I’m signed up for, I was also very much enjoying getting to be done around 5 p.m. most days. But it’s only uno mas semester, and then I will insist on you all calling me Master Speckhard.