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Met with Dr. Conteh-Morgan to talk about internships.
After waiting over an hour because he was having a personal chat with a student and didn't realize people were waiting to see him, and after making me feel even MORE uncomfortable by telling me that usually, students find internships on their own, he dropped me a handful of bones.
A few turned out to be duds. The Florida ACLU is based in Miami. Also, the Tampa World Trade Center has NO contact for internships. However, I emailed one immigration lawyer (the email= suckage), asking her if she or any of her buddies were looking for somebody, and I contacted the director of interns and volunteers at the Florida Survivors of Torture (this email rocked. Mostly because I was really able to get passionate about the subject). I have one more immigration lawyer that I'm gunna hold off on, and another name that the professor told me, "She might have some ideas"--- that, unless I'm dying, I won't contact. Then, there's the Kathy Castor internship that I'm finishing filling out tomorrow, and the Kendrick Meer one I'm... gunna also try to finish up tomorrow.
Sadly, I really don't think I'm going to get into ANY of these. There IS no optimism when the opportunities are low and the willing slaves intern applicants are pleantiful. No optimism until I hear back from somebody, at least.
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Andrew and Bandit leave on Wednesday for a five-day dog show in Ocala. They're going with one of Dad's friends... but "alone" in the sense that Dad ISN'T going. I'll be the only child for the first time since... Andrew went to summer camp x-many years ago... AND HE'S TAKING THE DAMN DOG WITH HIM!!!!!!!! :(!!!!
Like, without Barb and Gabe at home (they've been living with one of her friends), Andrew and I have been getting along really well. So I will miss having my Marco Polo to talk to. But the DOG?!?!?! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE... WITHOUT BANDIT IN MY LIFE??????
After waiting over an hour because he was having a personal chat with a student and didn't realize people were waiting to see him, and after making me feel even MORE uncomfortable by telling me that usually, students find internships on their own, he dropped me a handful of bones.
A few turned out to be duds. The Florida ACLU is based in Miami. Also, the Tampa World Trade Center has NO contact for internships. However, I emailed one immigration lawyer (the email= suckage), asking her if she or any of her buddies were looking for somebody, and I contacted the director of interns and volunteers at the Florida Survivors of Torture (this email rocked. Mostly because I was really able to get passionate about the subject). I have one more immigration lawyer that I'm gunna hold off on, and another name that the professor told me, "She might have some ideas"--- that, unless I'm dying, I won't contact. Then, there's the Kathy Castor internship that I'm finishing filling out tomorrow, and the Kendrick Meer one I'm... gunna also try to finish up tomorrow.
Sadly, I really don't think I'm going to get into ANY of these. There IS no optimism when the opportunities are low and the willing slaves intern applicants are pleantiful. No optimism until I hear back from somebody, at least.
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Andrew and Bandit leave on Wednesday for a five-day dog show in Ocala. They're going with one of Dad's friends... but "alone" in the sense that Dad ISN'T going. I'll be the only child for the first time since... Andrew went to summer camp x-many years ago... AND HE'S TAKING THE DAMN DOG WITH HIM!!!!!!!! :(!!!!
Like, without Barb and Gabe at home (they've been living with one of her friends), Andrew and I have been getting along really well. So I will miss having my Marco Polo to talk to. But the DOG?!?!?! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE... WITHOUT BANDIT IN MY LIFE??????