Starting a new internship is kind of a microcosm of being born. You enter a brand new place wide-eyed, unknowing and a little scared, not sure how exactly to proceed. The similarities stop when it comes to the screaming and crying, unless you’ve had a really terrible first day.
Aside from a couple nebulous and creatively-inspiring advertising classes, college professors tend to give you a fairly solid curriculum to abide by, and ways to go about performing said tasks. This is not the case with my internship, and I’m guessing that’s the way it is with most communications/advertising/PR positions.
My first week coincided with the company’s annual and statewide all staff meeting, so I played the role of office sponge, soaking up every detail possible. I got to attend a couple of the meetings, meet a PR genius, and get free food, so I wasn’t complaining by any means. Yet it remained to be seen what my various tasks were. The next week cleared things up, and in the best way possible. My immediate supervisor threw a few projects my way, yet allowed me to brainstorm new ideas with her and take creative liberties. I even had the chance this week to meet with a public relations council whose purpose was to collaborate on ideas to kick off the second year of a PR campaign. They were a group of highly intelligent people with industry experience, and I’m not ashamed to say it felt awesome to be a part of the discussion with them.
I’m thankful for those vague advertising courses I took back in Eugene. Without them, I might not be able to formulate ideas out of thin air so easy. I’m also thankful that my current supervisor gives me enough direction to know where I’m going, but enough slack to find wonderful things along the way.