Being an interning reporter now,
it’s so exciting. Everyday is a new experience and new day. I wake up everyday
anticipating what’s in store for me, loving the autonomy the job gives.
Freebies, food galore, you name it. I went to a lobster luncheon testing
yesterday and it was my first time eating it. I used to think lobster must
taste good because of the price, turns out it tasted to me like any ordinary
crustaceans. I swear I’ve gain a few pounds from my internship.
But there is of course downside to
it, writing about politics freaks me out often, I’m so terrified I might write
the wrong things and might get terminated and fail my internship. My dad didn’t
help much by trying to freak me out more with worse case scenarios.
And boring governmental events is a
chore. No excitement, no suspense or whatsoever. There only got thing I get out
of it is free food again and meeting hard-to-meet ministers.
I get to write stories I want
independently, but these days I’m too busy to have the time to think
creatively. I don’t even have time to blog. I’ve been trying to write more
articles related to psychology but that isn’t really what the editors want.
Bummer!
What I have really enjoyed so far
is meeting new people, being able to socialize with others while being anonymous.
Living in the shadows of parents and sister, I always felt restricted and
unnatural. But now I meet new people everyday, making friends as I go. There’s
so many interesting persona to be observed. I’ve met downright snobby reporters
and politicians, those eyes looking at you up and down, scrutinizing even when
we don’t know who the heck are they.
Then there’s shy and quiet one’s
that kept to themselves or their small group of friends. I guess I’m still
under that category but I’ve been more of an active participants in socializing
these days. Coming out of my shell~
Moving on, I’ve met really friendly
and sweet people who coincidently share my love for food. We can talk
endlessly, laughing like a bunch of crazy hyenas while stuffing our faces. They
are my new best friend now~ in the reporting line that is.
Not forgetting the older people
(Reporters) who feel the need to turn into mentors or teachers when they
realize you’re new. I don’t mind as long as they don’t feel the need to be
strict, I’m more than happy to listen to their experience in the field, who to
approach, what to ask and how to act.
There are also the gossipers. I
usually listen and try not to interrupt, it can be mean but it’s the best way
to know about a situation fast.
Lastly (for me)- the helpful
individuals. Usually they will have to know I’m new in the line and they get
REALLY helpful. Explaining to me the names of ministers, their designation,
what they do and all. I really appreciate these individuals. These are the type
I can always turn to.
That sums it up. I’ll be wrapping
things up here in 2 weeks and I am really reluctant to leave. I’ve grown too
attached I guess but I still need to finish my degree. If I get real lucky, I
might come back here to work. I’m sure they won’t mind an extra hand.
