Or How I Came to Get My Internship.
I apologize for the long title, the NC State Wolf pack has made it to the sweet sixteen, I’m currently on the road with them (one of the perks of being in the pep band), and I am feeling awesome right now.
It’s Still Paperwork. Just on a Computer Screen.
I guess the story of how I came to receive my internship starts with how most things begin (or end) in life; people convincing other people to do things, and paperwork. Though, this is much better than some cases.
Just before the most recent Winter Break for my college, I started to apply to internships after being told to do so by the parent Wufs. I would have done it willingly, but paperwork (even electronic) combined with GIS busy work does not make a fun combination. I got through it however, with the support and experience of the parent Wufs, AND managed to get a A+ on a map I created detailing the extent of damage caused by an imaginary forest fire in a non-existent country. Not bad for a day’s work. I felt bad for the imaginary forest animals that must have suffered though.
Microbiologists Love Birds of Prey. Who Knew?
All of that electronic jumble paid off when I finally received an e-mail informing me that I’d be contacted soon via telephone to conduct interviews for the positions I applied for. With the help of the parent Wufs, I practiced interview questions, phone interview strategies, and general phone interview advice. You know, all the stuff that prepares and makes you nervous for your first job interviews.
The interviews soon came. Some at eight in the morning. Some between my classes. All during times my brain was either fuzzy or fried. There were “D’OH!” moments, and good moments, but everything went well in the end. One of the interviews conducted was with a microbiologist who seemed particularly interested with my work experience at the Carolina Raptor Center. I never thought that I’d be describing food prep (Please. Don’t ask.) to a professional who works with things much smaller, but hey, this was a way to get some brownie points with someone who may end up being my boss.
Cookie Cake and the Fool in the Library
The interviews were soon over, and with them, some of the stress gone. But now it was the waiting game I had to play. As the days passed until the date I would be notified whether or not I would even receive an internship out of the three I applied for, the tension grew. I couldn’t wait, and I checked my e-mail daily hoping for an early response. No response came early.
Finally, judgement day. The official day of notification. I checked my e-mail hourly starting from 5:30 AM. The hours grew longer as each previous one passed. 12 hours later, I was on my way to Organic Chemistry tutoring at the library, when I decided to check my e-mail via my phone. The battery was low and I’d be lucky if my phone had enough power to check my inbox, but I figured I’d try anyway.
I unlocked my phone. 2% battery. I tap the e-mail app. The app opens. 1%. I see a new e-mail with a title in caps lock “CONGRATULATIONS” and the word internship. 0%. My phone dies. It actually occurred in this manner. I decided to try to walk to the library faster to hopefully access a computer before my tutoring session. A new land-speed record was set by an unassisted 19 year-old male.
I got to a computer and loaded my e-mail just as my tutor (who I’ve been wanting to ask out) walked in. I read the contents and found that I got my first choice internship; the one in Kitty Hawk on the Outer Banks. I flipped. It’s not often I make a fool of myself in a public library, but when I do, I make sure it’s in front of someone I want to or have been dating…I’ll have to revise that policy.
After tutoring I got back and told everyone. The parent Wufs, The grandparent Wufs, my dorm suite mates, everyone. A few days later, my suite mates bought me a congratulatory cookie cake. I hadn’t had cookie cake since I was ten. They say some things in this world don’t last; a giant fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie cake in a college dorm full of eight hungry college-age guys at midnight is no exception.
I want to wrap up this post by thanking everyone. From all my friends and suite mates cheering me on, to my family’s love, help, and motivation, I couldn’t have done it without everyone. You all have my gratitude. I’ll do ya proud.