Just Call Me Smitty!

Hand me a pencil, a tape recorder, and one of those wide-brimmed hats that make you look gay or British because I am officially a reporter! I landed an 8 week internship as a paid reporter for the Dawson Community Newspaper! It all happened so fast. My journalism professor recommended me to the editor this week for the position. I whipped up my resume and portfolio to meet with the editor on Friday. She was very welcoming and the atmosphere was very casual. We chatted about school, some of my articles for the The Compass (The My Scene column won her over), and current events in the news, then she offered me the job! I can't believe it! So for 8 weeks, I'll have to get up at 6 A.M. and not get home until nearly 7 p.m. Mon-Fri., but it will be completely worth it! I’ll be covering real stories, writing articles, editing, and generating ideas for columns and stories! I can’t even begin to put into words how thrilled I am to be given this opportunity. Usually internships translate to slaving away for free in hopes that one day the minimal amount of time working amongst a chosen profession will look good on your resume. Not only will this look good on my resume, but it pays!

I'm going to try to burn some sermons on CDs, so I do not go completely batty on the ride down to Dawsonville. Can anyone recommend some good speakers? I already started burning every Tony Campolo message under the sun (God, I love that man) and some Calvary Chapel pastors that I enjoy. Any other suggestions?

Anyway, I am really looking forward to this experience, even if I just end up covering carnivals and town meetings, or even if I fall flat on my face and fail miserably. This is something I have always wanted to do, and just to get my foot in the door is such an honor!