Department of Writing
Before I knew it, the holidays were over and school was looming on the increasingly near horizon. It was time to finalize my schedule and seriously face the fact that it was the last schedule I would do for my undergraduate studies: graduation was frighteningly close.
Tagging along with my roommate to an early morning resume seminar at Career Services made me realizing two things: I still hated mornings and after four years of morning classes that was just sad, and that my resume was in desperate need of some sparkle. Other student's resumes in the seminar spoke of awards and volunteer work that filled their resume with dedication and polish. I knew I had the talent necessary to be a valuable member of a team yet I wanted something on my resume that proved it. I thought an internship would be a perfect fit because it one, stopped me from taking yet another class that I didn't really need but needed three credits in order to accommodate financial aid restrictions and it would be real world exposure which was handy considering in a few months I would be venturing out there alone.
I started racking my brain and made up a list of possible businesses that would hopefully have use for an enthusiastic undergrad. I had no method to my list and it ranged from the local newspaper to a communications company in town that did statistics for the area.
I spent the rest of the day making some phone calls; among them I spoke with the Director of the United Way in Muskegon County and was extremely happy to find out they had no existing interns and were very excited at the possibility of someone interested in working with them on an upcoming Women's Leadership Council. She was especially glad to hear I was a Writing major and told me she had a million things I could do. I immediately knew I really wanted this internship and was looking forward to the following day when I would meet with her. I really related to her friendly, personable attitude on the phone. She dissolved any and all nerves I had about speaking with her before I even met her.
The next morning before I left to meet with her I printed off a copy of my resume on the impressive resume paper I bought at Office Max (a suggestion from Career Services), added a few writing samples to my bag and left, without a trace of the nerves that I usually felt when interviewing.
I spent two hours meeting with Jackie, who would be my boss and I was really excited about the internship. She never officially said I had the internship or I didn't but when at the end of our meeting she opened up a door and showed me my office (complete with a window, a flat screen computer monitor and a sad, sad looking fica plant) and told me to speak with the web person to obtain an email account and password, I was thinking I got it.
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