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A Day in the Life of an Intern 

By: Tommy McDermott

8:30 AM , First Day of Internship

     “Oh my gosh I think I’m going to throw up,” I told my mom the morning of my first day working at the Mayor’s Office. “I really think I might throw up.” Mom sighed, “Don’t worry Tommy,” she said reassuringly, “everything will be fine.” I, myself, however, knew that everything would NOT be fine. I was working at the Mayor’s Office! This job was far more serious and important than any of the others I could have taken. Everything I would do there had an effect on something, or someone, in some way. When I finally arrived at City Hall , I looked up at its towering silhouette and my knees began to shake. As mom drove off, I approached the large double doors, lunch bag in hand, and pulled. I climbed the stairs and wandered the halls until I stumbled upon the conference room where I was greeted by Bridget O’Loughlin, the Intern Coordinator. She was quick to dispel my fears of making a mistake and causing the city to fall apart, which helped calm me down considerably. However, my fears just as quickly returned after Bridget told us the Mayor would be coming in to talk to us. After a dramatic few minutes of silence, Mayor Dolan entered the conference room. He sat in the large chair at the head of the table as I simply stayed quiet and looked around nervously. The Mayor introduced himself (as if he needs an introduction) and then we went around the room giving our names and high schools. I stammered through my name and some how managed to get out “Melrose High” before he moved on to the next person. After the introductions were finished, the Mayor’s voice took a far more serious tone and he explained to us what we would be doing here. He told us that everything we did here be it answering phones, filing papers or even mailing letters, reflected upon City Hall and the City of Melrose. “What you do here is very important, and you should approach every assignment given to you that way,” he said. Bridget asked if there were any questions, and I tentatively raised my hand. When called upon I asked “Can you show us how to use the copy machine?” She laughed and proceeded to lead us to the impressive looking piece of machinery, where we were given a detailed orientation on the proper use of the copying arts. We finished the rest of the tour, and returned to the conference room where the decision was made to go to Bruegger’s Bagels. Once there, the 10 interns began to talk and we got to know each other pretty quickly. My initial fear had completely dissipated and, by the end of the day, I had come to the conclusion that everything was, in fact, going to be fine.