A few months ago, Jon asked me to make a delivery to the United Way in Lafayette while on the clock. I should have said no, since I was a lost little lamb in this town and I don't have a GPS on my phone. I took many wrong turns and ended up calling my boyfriend to guide me to the right direction. After a two hour round-about trip that should have taken thirty minutes, I got back to the office. Today, I had to do the same thing. I successfully delivered Pinwheel packages to a few schools with no panicked calls to Brock and only a few wrong turns because of construction work. I've learned the roads, or at the very least, I've learned how to operate my roommate's Garmin that I borrowed.
Just as I learned the roads around the area, I have also learned about my place at School Datebooks. I took this internship offer, because it was a paid internship – which is remarkable for English-major type jobs – and because I wouldn't need to find housing for the summer. I didn't really know what I would be doing, but I went into it with unwavering enthusiasm and good humor despite my ignorance. It all turned out splendidly.
Before working at School Datebooks, my past jobs and internships involved mostly writing, editing and proofing. I was a writer for both a newspaper and a magazine, so it was refreshing to work on some of my other talents over this summer. I realized that marketing is a step closer to what I'd like to do for my career, as opposed to the journalism experiences that saturated my resume. Writing is all well and good, but I liked being able to also create new content and think through problems to yield new ideas. To me, my marketing internship was much more enjoyable than regurgitating an interview for an article or always having the pressure of a story deadline looming overhead. Maybe this is what I want to do? I'm not sure.
As my internship draws to a close this week, I am humbled to know that my contributions to School Datebooks haven't gone unnoticed. My coworkers have told me that they will miss my presence in the office, but I have to leave. My senior year at Purdue will begin in three short weeks. I have football games, train rides, late nights, and new books to look forward to, and many more roads to get lost on.