I could easily string together a thousand different words to describe my first three weeks at work. To spare you all, I’ll will pick one. I pick the word intimidate.
In-tim-i-date: (v) to make timid or fearful, to compel or deter by or as if by threats
This word is often used when describing a negative experience. Truthfully, the feeling of intimidation I encounter as I enter work each day is exactly what propels me to give my all. I am not intimidated by the way my supervisors act nor the way that they treat me. I am intimidated by their endless amount of knowledge and understanding of the world around them.
Before I began my internship I rarely kept up on the economy, environment, and education systems.
When I hear the reporters at my internship debate public Portland issues, as well as national and global, I am constantly in awe of their understanding of absolutely everything.
The daily life of a reporter is inconsistent. I have a lot of down time at my internship and I have promised myself that I won’t waste any second of it. It is extremely hard to fight the urge to scan Facebook or E! Online. I take every second of my free time to catch up on news, regardless of its relation to me.
I want to be able to answer questions and ask questions without hesitation. I may not be the next winner of Jeopardy, but I no longer want to be a news rookie.
“Knowledge is power.” – Sir Frances Bacon