An Intern's Farewell, Part 1.

Day 1: I sat in the office of the Communications Director to discuss my role with the organization. We talked about three potential projects that I could work on. I agreed to tackle all three. When asked if I could really handle them, I simply nodded but really just sat there thinking I thought I was just supposed to stuff envelopes or something. What did I get myself into?!


The three projects somehow evolved into what seemed like a million and I think I’m up to around 15 different tasks by now. I told my new boss exactly what I wanted to get out of this from the start. How many students in my position really have that opportunity? I wanted an overview of money flow and basic communication skills: I think I accomplished that in the first week.


I’ve now published to the blog more times than I can count, learned everything there is to know about non-profit policies, and even communicated with officials halfway around the world. Oh and I somehow managed to become a Facebook expert along the way. And we can’t forget about that trip to Armenia. That was completely unexpected and amazing.


The verb “intern” literally means to constrict or confine. I don’t think my role here has been anything close to that definition. I wasn’t even confined to the country! From literally building my own job description to simply writing original blogs, I’m creatively in charge of my work here.


Last day: I’m sitting in my desk chair, actually laughing about what I wrote for day 1. The skills I’ve gained take up and entire page of my resume. And we haven’t even begun to discuss the personal changes I’ve been through…