As I have mentioned in a couple of recent posts, I am planning on taking on an internship for my fall quarter — a prospect equally daunting and terrifying. Over the past few weeks I have gotten up early and dressed like a grown-up so that I could try to convince various strangers that I am smart, creative and would be a joy to work with.
They all bought it.
Even the people who had the pleasure of meeting with me after I had slept only two hours and over-caffeinated to compensate.
To be fair, one place did initially turn me down, but then they changed their minds, so I guess I was their second choice — but I’m still their current top pick, which is worth something. In this case, an internship at a small independent publisher.
I have, at this point, turned down two of the five — one because it was entirely unsuited to my needs, and one because though it WAS a good opportunity, the remaining three were better. And those three are what I have left. All seem like great opportunities, but I can only choose one — but as all are great choices, I don’t want to burn my bridges with any of them, because who knows? One of them might be a great choice for an internship in winter quarter.
I met with Ms. Yee, my dean, today, in hopes that she might help me narrow down my choice to one, but she basically said that all of the choices were good and that she was sure I’d enjoy myself and learn a lot no matter which one I decided on. *sigh*
But of the problems I could have, too many good choices certainly isn’t anything to cry about.
What a fantastically frustratingly wonderfully confusingly awesome problem to have!
I know!
I’m pretty thrilled.