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Leaving this place gives me a simliar feeling as when I finish watching a good drama series or reading an exciting adventure novel. I loved this internship and I'm feeling very fortunate to have this as my first intern experience. The people were accepting and helpful. Although there were times when I wished I could make casual conversations with them, I enjoyed eavesdropping and working in the same setting. The lab work was definitely different from UBI's lab. The atmosphere was light and sometimes noisy. But it was noise that was comforting unlike the hard silence at UBI. It's strange to note that the lighting seemed so much brighter here than at UBI, but I'm pretty sure the lights used were the same. Maybe it's the lack of large cardboard boxes laying around.
Then, there are the cubicles. I distinctly remember complaining about how much I hated being in a cubicle because it isolated me and seemed to squish me in this tiny space; but I think I'm actually going to miss this little corner of mine, located right next to the lunchroom and Carmel room where meetings would be held and people could see me on the internet or doing whatnot through the glass walls. Exciting stuff.
And the moments when I was sleepy in the morning or struck heavily by food coma and people would open the lunchroom door and walk by, making me pop my eyes open and pretend to be working on something ever so important. And then in the beginning when I felt that I was failing miserably at getting consistent results, I kept thinking I would disappoint my boss. But, after a few times, I changed that mindset and decided that as long as I work harder, I can impress. It doesn't matter if they're disappointed as long as I know I'm not. And then that hilarious (not then, but so funny now) moment when the plate flew out of the plate sealer and fell onto the floor with a clash, forcing me to remake all the solutions, mixtures, and fill 96 wells without a mistake. So many mistakes during this time, yet learned so much from them and more. Oh how I will miss all these times and experiences.
This chapter ends and a new one starts (hello, second year of college). Who knows, maybe a future chapter will tie back to this one.
Then, there are the cubicles. I distinctly remember complaining about how much I hated being in a cubicle because it isolated me and seemed to squish me in this tiny space; but I think I'm actually going to miss this little corner of mine, located right next to the lunchroom and Carmel room where meetings would be held and people could see me on the internet or doing whatnot through the glass walls. Exciting stuff.
And the moments when I was sleepy in the morning or struck heavily by food coma and people would open the lunchroom door and walk by, making me pop my eyes open and pretend to be working on something ever so important. And then in the beginning when I felt that I was failing miserably at getting consistent results, I kept thinking I would disappoint my boss. But, after a few times, I changed that mindset and decided that as long as I work harder, I can impress. It doesn't matter if they're disappointed as long as I know I'm not. And then that hilarious (not then, but so funny now) moment when the plate flew out of the plate sealer and fell onto the floor with a clash, forcing me to remake all the solutions, mixtures, and fill 96 wells without a mistake. So many mistakes during this time, yet learned so much from them and more. Oh how I will miss all these times and experiences.
This chapter ends and a new one starts (hello, second year of college). Who knows, maybe a future chapter will tie back to this one.