Two more sidenotes. The first is that I apologize for the ugly-looking blog. I spent hours this holiday weekend trying to load a fun template, but couldn't seem to do it right. If anyone has any tips or wants to help me out, I'd appreciate it.
The second note is about celebrity quarterlife crises. More and more are admitting to it. Zach Braff, Mandy Moore, and now even J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter books, admits that she was suicidal when she was in her twenties. At least we know we're not alone, I guess.
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And now on to internships. For most of us, it's probably too late to consider being an intern. Most interns are unpaid, and money is necessary for bill-paying. But, if you're still in school, going back to school, or have enough saved to be able to afford to be an intern, it's a definite must.
I interned in "Hollywood" during my time in Los Angeles for a film production company. Since this company was located on the Warner Bros. lot, it was pretty much awesome. I walked past the set of "ER" every day, saw actors and actresses milling around their trailers, and saw parking spots with names like "F. Prinze Jr." labelled on them. I got to read absolutely awful (and some decent!) scripts, sat in on a meeting with a writer for a sci-fi/action movie, got to drive a producer's car around the crazy Los Angeles freeway system, and apparently had Will Smith say hello to me (but I never looked up from my magazine!).
Circumstances and life in general got in the way of me getting a job from this internship, but it was an amazing opportunity none the less. Friends of mine have interned for publishers, weather departments of news shows, and city architects. Interning is a wonderful opportunity to "try out" a career field, to get some experience, and to enhance your resume.
If you're like me and it's too late for you to apply for an unpaid internship, try the next best thing: volunteering. If you're interested in carpentry, architecture, or landscape design, find your local Habitat for Humanity. If you're interested in media, PBS always needs volunteers for their telethons. If you enjoy writing, send in an article to a small publication or nonprofit organization. For all of these activities, you'll get the same benefits as an internship, plus the added benefit of knowing that you helped a community, organization, or individual out using your particular skills.
What are some other volunteer activities that could act as your "grown-up internship"?
Showing posts with label crisis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crisis. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Jobs and what to do with the rest of one's life
Jobs. I feel like that is the root of all quarterlifer's issues. Jobs and money. Which is basically the same thing. In order to figure out what I should be doing with the rest of my life, I've looked back at what I said I was going to be "when I grow up."
6 years old - after a relaxing visit to the dentist's office, I held my new cheap plastic toy from the dentist and declared that I was going to become a dentist, "so that I could buy lots of toys."
Lesson learned: I wanted to be successful. And make sure people could smile.
10 years old - the nice car salesperson bought me a soda and kept me entertained while my parents were purchasing a new van. Though I cried over losing our old van, I told my parents I was going to be a car salesperson when I grew up. They seemed to be the nicest people in the world. My parents laughed and told me that was the worst possible job I could get.
Lesson learned: I wanted to be nice and helpful and I didn't know the difference between nice and fake.
Fourth grade - I wrote a story that moved my teacher. This teacher told my parents. My parents told me I was going to be a famous author when I grew up. I was okay with that. I decided to become a famous author.
Lesson learned: I can write, but not necessarily better than a 4th grader.
Sixth grade - I carried my little purple plastic camera with me everywhere, and documented my middle school experiences. Unfortunately, I don't have many of those pictures left, because everyone always wanted a copy.
Lesson learned: I take a lot of pictures, I enjoy taking pictures, and I don't know how to make money taking pictures.
High school - I was more concerned with what college to go to than what career to pursue. Though I liked photography, writing, and movies.
College - I was more concerned with what major to get than what career to pursue. Freshman year I switched from English to Media Studies, because I really liked photography, writing, and movies.
Lesson learned: I really like photography, writing, and movies. I have a college degree and way too much debt, and I'm still not entirely sure what to do with my life. I probably won't become a dentist or a salesperson, though.
I think about career and jobs way too much. I talk with friends about it, dream about it, plan one thing and then another. I ask everyone I meet what they do and how they like it. I'm thrilled when I hear someone say they are doing what they love. I can relate when someone tells me they're not where they want to be. I wonder if I'm still not "grown up" because I still don't know what I want to do with this life of mine.
What did you want to be when you "grew up"?
6 years old - after a relaxing visit to the dentist's office, I held my new cheap plastic toy from the dentist and declared that I was going to become a dentist, "so that I could buy lots of toys."
Lesson learned: I wanted to be successful. And make sure people could smile.
10 years old - the nice car salesperson bought me a soda and kept me entertained while my parents were purchasing a new van. Though I cried over losing our old van, I told my parents I was going to be a car salesperson when I grew up. They seemed to be the nicest people in the world. My parents laughed and told me that was the worst possible job I could get.
Lesson learned: I wanted to be nice and helpful and I didn't know the difference between nice and fake.
Fourth grade - I wrote a story that moved my teacher. This teacher told my parents. My parents told me I was going to be a famous author when I grew up. I was okay with that. I decided to become a famous author.
Lesson learned: I can write, but not necessarily better than a 4th grader.
Sixth grade - I carried my little purple plastic camera with me everywhere, and documented my middle school experiences. Unfortunately, I don't have many of those pictures left, because everyone always wanted a copy.
Lesson learned: I take a lot of pictures, I enjoy taking pictures, and I don't know how to make money taking pictures.
High school - I was more concerned with what college to go to than what career to pursue. Though I liked photography, writing, and movies.
College - I was more concerned with what major to get than what career to pursue. Freshman year I switched from English to Media Studies, because I really liked photography, writing, and movies.
Lesson learned: I really like photography, writing, and movies. I have a college degree and way too much debt, and I'm still not entirely sure what to do with my life. I probably won't become a dentist or a salesperson, though.
I think about career and jobs way too much. I talk with friends about it, dream about it, plan one thing and then another. I ask everyone I meet what they do and how they like it. I'm thrilled when I hear someone say they are doing what they love. I can relate when someone tells me they're not where they want to be. I wonder if I'm still not "grown up" because I still don't know what I want to do with this life of mine.
What did you want to be when you "grew up"?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Why become a blogger?
Focusing on one's health is a good thing. And as someone who, just this year, has become increasingly focused on living a healthy life, I'm always interested to hear what's good for you and what isn't. Last week, Discovery published an article about how blogging can be good for your mental health. Those with blogs felt they had more of a social connection than those who didn't. It's a great reason to start a blog.
However, it's not my reason. Graduating from college and the life that followed afterwards has been the most difficult season of my life. And from conversations and research, I know that others are struggling through quarterlife crises of their own.
This blog is my attempt to help us through this time. No more complaining, no more answerless questions.
When NBC recently tried to move its online show "Quarterlife" from the web to television, it failed miserably. After just one episode aired, it was yanked off the network. Even "Viva Laughlin," the half-singing show about a casino in Laughlin, Nevada, fared better than that.
So, the question of the day is: Why do you think "Quarterlife" failed? My theory is that quarterlife crises are depressing. That's why they're called crisis. If they're depressing to live through, they're not going to be much of a joy to watch.
So frankly, fellow twentysomethings, our lives are just not exciting enough.
However, it's not my reason. Graduating from college and the life that followed afterwards has been the most difficult season of my life. And from conversations and research, I know that others are struggling through quarterlife crises of their own.
This blog is my attempt to help us through this time. No more complaining, no more answerless questions.
When NBC recently tried to move its online show "Quarterlife" from the web to television, it failed miserably. After just one episode aired, it was yanked off the network. Even "Viva Laughlin," the half-singing show about a casino in Laughlin, Nevada, fared better than that.
So, the question of the day is: Why do you think "Quarterlife" failed? My theory is that quarterlife crises are depressing. That's why they're called crisis. If they're depressing to live through, they're not going to be much of a joy to watch.
So frankly, fellow twentysomethings, our lives are just not exciting enough.
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