Oh, sweet desperation
It's that time of year again. Only a few weeks left in the semester to pull out from under your bed all the projects and books you forgot about. And then once you realize that the empty expanse of summer is upon you, you find something else to panic about -- you need an internship. Nowish.
I had the best intentions of applying for internships early, over winter break, so that I could sit pretty for these last few weeks. But alas, I am a twenty year old college student with a slight procrastination problem. I have piles of papers on my desk of addresses and phone numbers of places I mean to call and ask about internships, but there they sit, unbothered by me.
However, it's not all bad. I managed to kick it into gear a few weeks ago and I applied for what would be a super-sweet (yet impossible to get) internship in NYC working for Random House Publishing.
That at least got the ball rolling.
Then I sent in my resume and clips to PITTSBURGH Magazine, to have them bounced back twice because my files were too big, and then finally to have them accepted. I have an interview there on Friday.
Oddly, the prospect of this internship is fueling my fire, not making me complacent, because it is unpaid. Story of my life.
So now I'm flying around looking for a possible second internship, maybe something in marketing, that can pay me, to supplement this one (if I get it).
So there's a lot of figuring out to do over the next few weeks. Figuring out final papers and projects, figuring out a schedule for next year (!) and figuring out exactly how I will spend my summer. We'll see how this goes.