“This internship has nothing to do your English degree—why are you even here?” A tall young man holding a nice camera used for recording the resident talent had questioned my bizarre motives.
I turned to face him wondering the exact same thing. “I have no idea.”
An afternoon of looking for stock photos for a video on smoking, later that day, had me staring at, what looked to be, an image of a giant squid riding a brachiosaurus on my computer screen. It was at this point that I decided I couldn’t possibly apply anything that I had learned during this internship into my future career.
I grabbed my stuff, took the key to the office from my key chain, placed it on the desk and said goodbye to the other interns and the editor-in-chief, whose goodbye felt like it was the exact opposite of my goodbye with the production and operations manager. I turned back to wave goodbye to the operations manager and she waved me over for a farewell hug.
“Thank you for everything that you’ve taught me and for this wonderful time at this internship. I had a lot of fun,” I said as we both stepped back out from the hug.
Her eyes almost looked as though they were holding back a small flow of tears. “Thank you for helping us out, and if you ever need a recommendation don’t hesitate to ask.”
I walked out of the office myself suddenly tearing up at my final trip from the office of my second internship to my car, when it abruptly hit me that I was going to miss coming into the office and seeing her every other day. It was definitely bittersweet, since I now was able to spend my newly allotted time on my new paid internship, my last quarter of school and my many other new projects, but it was an easy decision to pursue new endeavors and leave the internship that had taught me so much and treated me quite well.
We grew up dreaming about becoming fireman, policeman, doctors, and princesses and when it was our time to graduate high school, start our first jobs, and pick a major for college we all derped and freaked out. When it came to our deepest and darkest desires we all knew what we wanted, but when the big bad world came swooping down dumping several doses of reality all over our Power Ranger lunchboxes we were forced to be practical… and eat our veggies.
From the time I was eight I knew that I was going to write a book one day. At the same time, however, I was also planning on being a princess-astronaut-actress who occasionally sold her art at fancy galleries. The fact that I also wanted to rule the world was totally doable for me at the time, but of course I grew older and someone told me that was called being a Fascist dictator. Continue reading “The Hollywood Intern: Part 8- When I Grow Up”→