What does it take to get a good internship? I have been asking myself this question for the past three years of my college career.
It has been said many times, especially in the marketing/advertising business world, that you have to know someone to prosper and get your foot in the door. Thinking this discouraged me a great deal and only added to the extreme pressure I felt to attain the “perfect internship”.
Friends of mine, who have had an internship before, warned me that the majority of my time would be spent fetching people coffee and filing paper work. I was determined to find an internship where that was not the case.
A colleague of my fathers told me to look at smaller companies where employees will be more willing to teach you and get to know you. He explained that starting off at a larger company would look great on a resume but the likelihood of anyone remembering my face would not be good. Keeping this in mind, I applied to smaller companies.
Last summer I was fortunate enough to get an internship in the city at a small communications firm. I was assigned various tasks within the office and took a specific liking to the sales area of marketing. I was very surprised at how much responsibility I was given and how many areas I was allowed to work within.
This summer, I feel more confident in finding an internship and knowing what to look for. My advice to anyone who is looking for an internship would be to start small and work your way up. That is the only way to build contacts and gain experience in a field of your liking.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Spring Break Fever!
This past week I traveled with two of my girlfriends to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. I had the most amazing week I could have hoped for. The temperature was warm, the sun was out…and so were the boys!
Arriving in Punta Cana, I assumed it would be like every other tropical vacation I had been on. To my surprise, it was not. I guess after traveling throughout Europe this past semester and venturing to different countries just for the weekend, I have become more aware of the vast cultural differences in the world. This time, I was able to appreciate such things as the fine cuisine, language barrier, and general differences in behavior, something I never did before.
I noticed that other students my age were not as willing to adjust to these differences. Rather, they made it known that they were the typical “American Spring Breaker”. It kind of annoyed me that we, as Americans were in someone else’s country and yet treat them (the Dominicans) like they were the foreigners.
I understood that it was the type of vacation where people just wanted to kick back, drink some margaritas and relax. That was totally understandable. But the question that still lingered in my mind was, why act up to the stereotype the rest of the world already has about Americans? A very controversial question I know. I just feel that the more and more Americans ignore the other cultures in the world, the harder and harder it will be to change some of the many flaws we as a country already possess.
On a different note, I encourage anyone who has time to visit Punta Cana. It is a beautiful and exotic place that comes to life once you arrive. I cannot wait to return sometime soon!
Arriving in Punta Cana, I assumed it would be like every other tropical vacation I had been on. To my surprise, it was not. I guess after traveling throughout Europe this past semester and venturing to different countries just for the weekend, I have become more aware of the vast cultural differences in the world. This time, I was able to appreciate such things as the fine cuisine, language barrier, and general differences in behavior, something I never did before.
I noticed that other students my age were not as willing to adjust to these differences. Rather, they made it known that they were the typical “American Spring Breaker”. It kind of annoyed me that we, as Americans were in someone else’s country and yet treat them (the Dominicans) like they were the foreigners.
I understood that it was the type of vacation where people just wanted to kick back, drink some margaritas and relax. That was totally understandable. But the question that still lingered in my mind was, why act up to the stereotype the rest of the world already has about Americans? A very controversial question I know. I just feel that the more and more Americans ignore the other cultures in the world, the harder and harder it will be to change some of the many flaws we as a country already possess.
On a different note, I encourage anyone who has time to visit Punta Cana. It is a beautiful and exotic place that comes to life once you arrive. I cannot wait to return sometime soon!
Saturday, March 3, 2007
A Time for Remembrance
I will never forget June 22nd, 2003. This day changed the lives of many people around me and changed myself as well. This day, or I should say night was when my good friend Kieron passed away in a tragic car accident.
I have never been a firm believer in reincarnation or the period of transcendence from the mortal to immortal realm. However, one late night about a year and a half after Kieron’s death, my opinions on these beliefs changed drastically.
I was taking a walk with my friend up the street from my house. I had never before told him the story of Kieron’s death nor had expressed such emotion talking about the devastating time. It was then we noticed a small black cat that proceeded to follow us around the block and all the way back to my house. I knew all of my neighbors and was sure that none of them owned this cat.
An hour and a half after returning to my home that evening, I looked out my front door window, only to find the same cat still perched on my front lawn. It was then I realized that no matter what form Kieron had taken after his death, the mere recollection of his presence on earth would bring his spirit to me.
I have never been a firm believer in reincarnation or the period of transcendence from the mortal to immortal realm. However, one late night about a year and a half after Kieron’s death, my opinions on these beliefs changed drastically.
I was taking a walk with my friend up the street from my house. I had never before told him the story of Kieron’s death nor had expressed such emotion talking about the devastating time. It was then we noticed a small black cat that proceeded to follow us around the block and all the way back to my house. I knew all of my neighbors and was sure that none of them owned this cat.
An hour and a half after returning to my home that evening, I looked out my front door window, only to find the same cat still perched on my front lawn. It was then I realized that no matter what form Kieron had taken after his death, the mere recollection of his presence on earth would bring his spirit to me.
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