Confession: I landed my dream summer internship.
I know what you’re thinking. Buzzfeed finally returned my calls. I’ve spent the last three weeks crafting gif-tastically clever lists, documenting my reactions to various pop culture phenomena (desperately seeking Melisandre, amiright?), and getting into some hilarious antics with the Try Guys. (Keith. Call me.)
Good guess, but no. While I’d love to jet off and impersonate a hipster, I’m staying local this summer – very local. I’m an editorial intern at OmniVista Health, a publishing affiliate of Agora Inc. Agora has a crazy multi-building campus that spans a good chunk of historic Mt. Vernon – read: HR orientation was held in a mirrored, Victorian library. My quick walk from the JHMI stop to OmniVista’s quaint carriage house is a scenic one, complete with flower gardens, cobblestone, and a big ole monument. And I’m lucky enough to be a crosswalk away from the Peabody Conservatory, though I’ve somehow yet to witness anyone burst into an aria on its gorgeous marble steps. A true disappointment.
But the incredible location isn’t what gives this internship its ~dream~ rating. Like most people who suffer through the universal anxiety-fest that is “the first day,” I didn’t know what to expect. While I had a fairly good idea of OmniVista’s role as a publisher, I had no real conception of the various publishing and marketing processes, let alone day-to-day happenings in the office itself. Most thrilling (read: terrifying) of all, I had no clue what part I’d be playing at the company. When I got the job, my fabulous boss talked about throwing me into a whole slew of projects. Without giving any real specifics, she made it very clear that I’d be getting my hands dirty on day one, which was music to my little intern ears. Still, I was nervous, if not a bit skeptical. Isn’t tedious grunt work, like, the point of hiring a summer intern? I had prepared myself for three months of coffee runs, troubleshooting paper jams, and dreaded dry-cleaning logistics. Those were the horror stories that my much-more-experienced friends had to offer.
And now, three weeks in, I’ve learned once again to not judge a book by its cover. I must confess that I still have little-to-no experience with my coworkers’ coffee orders, the fancy-yet-finicky printer, or the scary-looking phone that sits silent on my desk. I do, however, have experience with social media marketing, online publishing, and copyediting. I’ve compiled dozens of studies on diabetes treatment and written ten-page reports on them. I’ve sat in on meeting after meeting with the geniuses who work around me as they discuss financial projections, brainstorm new marketing strategies, and compare our promotional copy to that of our competitors’. Slowly but surely, I’m becoming a part of the process, the conversation, the day-to-day. And, I have to tell you, it’s pretty freaking awesome.
I usually try to weave some sort of moral or lesson into these babies, but it’s summer, so we’ll all take a break from the pressure to constantly evaluate our lives. I’m attempting to apply that attitude to my internship as well. I’m approaching these three months not as a story to be told later – an impressive bullet point to smack on my resume – but as an experience, an opportunity, a chance to do cool stuff with incredibly talented people. So happy summer, Internet! And to all you Hopkins pre-frosh out there whose friends and families are telling you to enjoy your last carefree summer, take heart. Carefree is fun and all, but figuring out what you love to do? Nothing’s better.