My Graduate School Internship

My Graduate School Internship

Not at all what I expected as a student.

Entering my second year as a part-time graduate student, I knew I would have a busy schedule. My second year at school is really the second half of my foundation year in the Masters of Social Work program. Starting in January, I began to process of applying to internships that would meet the requirements of the program. I was dead set on getting into a school system because my dream job is being a school-based clinician. However, it became very evident after one interview and being told it wasn't for me that I needed to look elsewhere. It also didn't help that my field placement instructor refused to look into other schools for me. I interviewed at several different placement options and either didn't think it was for me or was told I wasn't a fit for their company/organization. It was heartbreaking because without an internship I would have to defer for a year.

My final opportunity came to me through a position I was incredibly apprehensive about. It was in case management, it required me to have a MHRT certification(which thankfully I already did) and it was in Behavioral Health and Home services. At my interview, the women interviewing me were excited about my certifications and my qualifications. Within a week, I heard back that I was being offered the internship position. I graciously accepted and decided that I needed to be happy that I had gotten an internship rather than being disappointed it wasn't where I wanted to be.

My first day at my internship was August 29th at Catholic Charities Support and Recovery Services on State Street in Portland, Maine. I sat down with my supervisor who explained to me exactly what my internship would entail. She explained that after my training at the end of the month I would be given my own limited caseload of 6-7 clients. I would be responsible for scheduling my own meetings with them. I would be responsible for calling them to remind them of appointments. I would be responsible for doing their Plan of Care every ninety days. It felt like a lot of responsibility compared to my job, but I was ready for it. I was given my own desk which I could decorate however I pleased. I wasn't given a desk phone with my own extension number for clients to call if they needed me. I was given a brand new iPhone for work and I was given a laptop.

So far I've done four days at my internship. I haven't done much other than read through loads and loads of paperwork and other resources case managers use for their clients. I've shadowed coworkers. I had my first client interaction this past Friday. I attended a doctor's appointment with a client who has severe medical problems. It was exciting and also upsetting. The client was suffering greatly and there was not much my coworker and I could do to help.

Overall, I am ready to start my case management(or care coordination as Catholic Charities calls it) journey. I am ready to gain experience that I can use for the rest of my life.

Cover Image Credit: Catholic Charities

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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