Average Student. Big Dream. Taking Risks.
Advanced IS the new average and average just doesn’t seem to be the right word to describe itself.
“You need to get a good internship in order to stand a chance with future job opportunities. No pressure. It’s just something you are going to need to start looking for.” Thanks Mom and Dad. As if school and peer pressure weren’t enough, now I have a whole other thing on my plate that might just decide whether or not I will be considered “successful” in life. The thought of my junior internship haunted me for longer than most students or peers. I knew I was average; an average student, from an average family, with an average home, and an average salary. Doesn’t sound too bad right? Well average just doesn’t cut it these days. Everything that was once considered advanced is now looked at as just everyday average. Advanced IS the new average and average just doesn’t seem to be the right word to describe itself. I knew if wanted to have any advantage over others competing for my future job, I had to step it up and do anything, and everything, possible for a publicity-based internship. It didn’t sound hard but it also sure as hell didn’t sound easy! I started with just sitting in on family friends conversations, hoping to get the right moment to slip in my career interests and ask if they knew of any related internship opportunities. No luck. Every person my parents knew or I had talked to just seemed so out of the loop with anything entertainment related. I trembled in fear thinking that the dreams of my future could really be that impossible. I decided that I wasn't going to slack off. I was risking it all and not giving up even if it took until the actual day of internship itself.
As time progressed I became more and more anxious to find a connection for an internship. Days had passed by, only to the ever so painful sting of rejection. I had begun to look online in hopes that I could find a place willing to mentor a high school student. Life continued on and it wasn't until having lunch with my Great Aunt Ricki did I feel any sort of hope. I brought up my typical internship spiel in hopes that this time would be different. Little did I know, never underestimate anyone's potential with connections. She said she'd talk to her brother-in-law Jimmy, whose son is a manager and the husband to Katharine McPhee. Score! I knew this didn't actually guarantee anything but I tried to stay positive seeing that I was finally being helped. Great Aunt Ricki gave me Jimmy's email and even called him beforehand to let him know what was going on. I was in shock. How is it that my grandma's sister, who was in her 80's, could possibly help me to get the dream internship I've been searching everywhere for? A few days later, Aunt Ricki called me to say Uncle Jimmy would love to help; I just had to email him. I was so happy I danced around my bedroom like you see in those cheesy teenage girl movies. I knew this was an important moment for me; it was the make it or break it email. I needed to sound both professional and friendly at the same time. Overwhelmed by the moment, anxious thoughts crept into my mind. What if they say no because of my wording? I don't want to sound desperate. What if I do get the internship? What will I wear? My mind had wandered enough and I decided to write the email the way I would have gone about it in person.
Jimmy quickly replied and put me in contact with a few people that couldn't allow a high school intern. Crap, if only I were in college already... Jimmy promised to do everything he could for me. He took me under his wing even though he had never met me and got no benefit from helping me. It helped me stay positive knowing I had someone helping fight with me. A few days passed, an email later, and thats when it happened! I received an email during math class with the title “Good News.” A instant shock went through my body. Is this the news I had been waiting for? Yes! Steve Webster, owner of Crimson Marketing & Public Relations in Los Angeles, CA, had agreed to take on the role of my mentor. OH MY GOD! The email said to call Steve causing that same anxiety to surface again. What if I sound dumb on the phone and he doesn't want me to intern anymore? Wait Jacqui, calm down.A mantra went through my head, “Average student. Big Dream. Taking Risks.” You can do this Jacqui. Take the risk and call Steve. I took the risk, talked to Steve, heard all about what I was going to be able to do, and realized Steve was the nicest guy I could possibly intern for. My dreams felt a little more reachable. I had gone to the most obvious people first, only to learn that, the older the person, the more contacts and connections they'll most likely have. I also learned that simple acts of kindness can go a long way to helping a person's dream; it's true what they about six degrees of seperation.