Emily Liao interned with Envoy this winter. Before she left, she wrote this wonderful tale of her time here.
Let me modify that title: The Little Intern Who [hopes that she] Could [find a job]
Once upon a time, there was a little intern named Emily, who went to school at Bowdoin College (which nobody here has heard of so it might as well be a faraway magical place), was home for winter break and, thus, was determined to be productive.
As a college student with one more semester remaining, I feel like my days of “this is best time of your life” and “it just gets harder from here” are solidly slipping through my fingers — like that odd goopy mixture when you mix cornstarch and water together — touch it and its solid, yet it’s slipping out of control. Oobleck. My last semester of college and my life, as I know it, feels like Oobleck.
So here I am, on my last day at Envoy, testing fleeting thoughts of “Well,.. I think I would be good at PR.” while scrambling to find any marketable skills I have yet to discover. So far, I have learned that it is very hard to eloquently say, “I sat in class four years, learned about a subject, took tests and then promptly forgot the majority of the material.” This proved very embarrassing when I had lunch with a former professor and couldn’t recall who the Japanese finance minister was last year — the one who drunkenly made a speech in Rome. (When I guessed Tanaka, he literally said, “You’re just making this up now.”) Anyway, this is what I spend the majority of my time doing in college.
While I could put something like “I lead such and such organization at school,” let’s face it. I have no real life skills. So, who am kidding? In college, I don’t cook (though I’d like to), I don’t drive (a favor to the public), I don’t pay any bills (savoring this moment—don’t worry). I’m basically not a real person.
However, I think working at Envoy, even for a short time, has taught me this: PR is fun, I think (not italicized) I would be good at it, and the people here are great! They not only welcomed my desperate plea for a winter-break internship, they really tried to provide me with a sample of day-to-day tasks of someone working here. With that said, I want to thank you all, especially Sarah and Sally, for making my stay here enjoyable.
So the little intern walks away with a better idea of what working in the industry is like, puts “I’m kind of a real person … hire me!” on her resume, and had a wonderful experience being a loft lady over winter break.
The End.
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