I am blogging from my desk- shh. Don’t tell. It’s a slow day. My co-workers and I are sluggish, full of burritos and lemonade.
I keep hitting the space bar with my clumsy left thumb because it’s held awkwardly immobilized by a brace. It feels like a piece of driftwood attached to my hand.
This is my last week and I am going to miss being here – even if I interned for free. Could I have used the money by working a temp. summer job? Sure, but work experience wins out a thoughtful reaction to the lessons I learned will require a bit of marinating before I serve the meal up to you. Do not fret too much. You will be fed soon.
I am already envious of the next, currently non-existent intern who will occupy my office. Should I leave a hidden anecdote, a short tome of advice, a scribbled note of encouragement for him or her?
There will be rough days. You will want to cry with and for these kids, but you have to persevere. You are strong enough for this line of work, now go call for more referrals. Prepare for another family interview. Gather your materials for the next home visit and don’t forget to bring your smile. I do not have to know you to be proud of you.
