It's hard to believe I've already been sitting at this desk in The Journal newsroom for 10 weeks. And it's a little bittersweet to think this will be my last week here.
Sitting in this chair, I've learned a lot. I learned things like how to avoid a stress ball flying over the cubicle wall, how to tell the best Michael Jackson jokes, how to translate handwriting from the police citations and eventually how to correctly use the words, "more than."
But throughout the past 10 weeks, I did the majority of my learning when I wasn't in my chair. I came into this internship wanting tangible, field experience, and I got a healthy dose of it, gaining a deeper appreciation for and understanding of community journalism.
I enjoyed meeting some of the characters in the story of Jessamine County. I won't quickly forget the time I spent with families in Wesley Village, even those I hadn't planned on meeting (thanks for the hospitality though Bob and Betty). Those couples gave me some seasoned advice about marriage and the meaning of life and what it takes to build a pipe organ.