Pat’s Fun Day
I am now in Week 9 of my internship – time flies when you’re commuting 12 hours a week, counting down until the final Harry Potter premiere, vigorously studying 800 GRE words, and trying to stay in touch with as many Conn peeps as possible. Now that the dreaded GRE verbal section is behind me, the Harry Potter saga is officially over, and I have two visits lined up for seeing friends, it’s time to slow down and enjoy what is left of summer.
The past couple of weeks of my Dance Spirit internship have proved a turning point. I have two feature articles now on their way to being published, a better understanding of what is expected of me everyday, and an appreciation for editors who make writing articles that appeal to teens look like a breeze. After three years of attempting to create college-level essays, I find it difficult to entertain readers and give them valuable information in a simplistic manner. After staring at articles for hours on end, they start to look like, “Pat can run. Pat can swim. Pat likes dogs.” Dance magazine writing and official science writing are at exact opposite ends of the spectrum, and I imagine that by the time I head back to Conn in 6 weeks, I will have the urge to insert “fun”, “exciting”, and “extraordinary” into my lab reports, to the aggravation of my chemistry professors.
After talking to the various editors around the office, you have to love your job to be here. Oh, and be good at it, obviously. Our editors are often working on multiple publications, so they have to stay organized, efficient, and be willing to work well past 5. As an intern, you have the awkward feeling of wanting to help out and stay busy while also not wanting to bother your editors, who always look like they’re deep in thought on a project. Any way that you can find work on your own, you do it, which usually means spending the majority of your afternoon trying to find interesting tidbits to put in various sections of upcoming magazines. Patience, grasshopper.
NYC is now becoming a bit more familiar and less intimidating, although I am in NO WAY an expert, after trying to meet a friend outside of Penn Station and being told that all New Yorkers consider 7th and 34th to be Penn, not the actual 7th avenue entrance. Fail. But I do get asked for directions while I’m waiting for my train in Penn, so I at least appear knowledgeable to those only visiting the city for a few days. Tips for taking the train in the summer – bring a sweater, it’s freezing!
Fingers crossed that I get to attend the cover shoot with the SYTYCD winner in August…