Despite shivering in front of a computer doing legislative research, shivering in the mail room sorting through constituent mail, and shivering in the hallways of the Senate basement hoping to catch yet another glimpse of my political hero, my time working at the Capitol has proven itself to be quite more than just another 9-to-6 internship. Sitting around the too-small circular intern table doing press mentions and cutting out newspaper articles for the Senator, the four of us here in the mornings swap weekend stories, poke fun at the latest gaffe by the opposing party, and decide what dragon picture Tom is going to have as his desktop background for the day. The four of us have become thick as thieves, and the only trouble comes with fighting over who gets to run errands to the Disbursing office, or who has to take so-and-so on a Capitol tour.
I wore heels today, so too bad, I’m not going.
In the past few weeks I’ve revved up my job-hunting activities; speaking with the Senator’s deputy chief-of-staff and with other policy advisors in congressional offices, hoping to be so persistent that one of them has to give me a job. And why wouldn’t they? This is what I’ve spent the last 10 years working for. This is my city; I belong here. Working for the state last summer, I felt like a visitor; another painfully obvious intern wearing suits every day in a feeble attempt to impress her bosses, with about a 90% success rate.
My plan for myself this semester? Work as hard as I can, emulate the political prowess the Senator (my personal hero) so effortlessly embodies, and simply be the best I can be, not only for myself but for a system of government I so strongly believe in, and for a country I so desperately love.
When I first got here, I was worried about getting along with my coworkers. Boy howdy was I wrong about that; because we all (mostly) hail from the same state, we’re one big loyal cowboy boot wearing family. Because we’re proud of where we come from, and we believe in the Senator we work for. And that’s really all it takes; pride in your work, pride in where you come from, and most of all, pride in where you’re going.
Here goes nothing….
– Emily S., Star Fellow Fall 2010