All The Thoughts You Have Leading Up To Your First Internship

All The Thoughts You Have Leading Up To Your First Internship

You might learn the most from the company you least expect.
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The second we arrive at college we are always thinking of ways we can further our career. From joining clubs to working part-time jobs every experience seems to count. Then we finally get into what can possibly jumpstart our career: an internship. Professors drill into our minds the importance of an internship, our parents encourage us to look for an internship if we don’t have a summer job and we finally understand that an internship is the way we can become prepared for the real world. Whether you’re working for your dream company or just a place to get an internship, every moment counts.

In March I had to hear the news that the internship I had accepted months earlier had stopped hosting my program. It also meant that I had maybe a month and a half to look for a new internship. In my article, "I Got Rejected From My Internship, But I'm Stronger For It" I talk about how you need a tough skin to handle rejection but no matter how many times I was rejected I always felt my life came full circle. After applying to as what Handshake says was 25 internships, four of those companies called me back for an interview and after the interview, three of the companies told me no.

Now here’s where this sob story becomes better. One company gave me a chance — and that’s all I need.

Throughout my life, I have dealt with rejection but sometimes in rejection, there will come acceptance you just need to look hard enough. Thomas Edison is famous for creating the light bulb and before he could succeed he needed to fail. — "I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.”

When we get denied an internship it does not mean we failed it means that we just haven’t found the company for us yet.

I started work at this company last Monday and leading up to that day I had no idea what to expect. I had no internship experience and I didn’t know what knowledge the other interns had coming into this program. The only work experience I had was from working at Ramah Darom and the brief time I spent marketing for Insomnia Cookies. I had chills and was afraid so much would go wrong. However, the first day came and went and I realized I didn’t have to be so nervous. The first week is the time where the company helps get your feet in the water before you start doing your daily tasks. It is when you learn more from this internship and listen to experience before you take what you learn and put it in place.

An internship is a step in growing up. I still remember the day where I got denied by three different companies in the span of an hour. You have to just keep moving forward until you find the internship right for you.

You might learn the most from the company you least expect.

In the days I have spent working at my internship I can’t put into words what I think about it. Some days will be slow and you just hang out and other days you will be working nonstop until the afternoon. I don’t know what will happen in this internship but what I do know is I am ready to learn skills that can help me in the job market. As I see more of my friends' graduate and take full-time jobs I think how that will be me next year. Everything I learn from this internship will not only prepare me for the real world but will give me the skills that can help me prosper in a working environment.

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.

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Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.

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In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

Like most vacations, my favorite parts probably took place at the beach. I'm always at utter peace stomping through mushy sand or leaning down to splash the salty water that tries to knock my short self over. We took pictures and did something us college girls rarely have time to do especially in school: Relax.

The four of us did not live up to the crazed stereotype of girl trips in movies. Although I finally got a chance to sing along to Taylor Swift in a car ride with my friends, so that's always a plus. We played "Top Golf" one day, and by some miracle, I actually won the second game by a fair amount after much humiliation in the first one. We visited some of Elizabeth's family, and I finally got to meet her giant dog Apollo (I call him 'Wolf Dog'). Everyday was another chance to ask with enthusiasm: "So what are we doing today?"

Our trip wasn't like the movies where we all cried or confessed our deepest darkest secrets. Everything the four of us shared was laughter and this calm feeling of being at home, in the chaotic peace of each other's company. We understand each other a little better due to finally seeing what we're like outside of Longwood University. After this, all I can say is that we're most definitely planning the next one!

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