I can perfectly describe my first day with two words: interesting and exhausting. But before I begin describing my whole adventure I will first talk about how I felt before starting my internship at the Women's Museum of California. I got my internship confirmed exactly a week and a half before internships actually started. I was told about the Women's Museum and thought it was a great option for me to consider, except that it wasn't an option anymore, it was a must since I only had less than two weeks to get an internship. I was interviewed by Ashley Gardner (now my mentor). As she went through my resume, she would somehow connect everything I've done with with an exhibit or event that has happened in the museum. I knew I could aport a lot to the museum but, most importantly, I knew I was going to be given the opportunity to help and contribute. I was expecting Ashley to say something like "Congratulations! You got your internship", instead she said "see you on Monday 11th at 10:00 am" and that was more than enough to get me excited.
I was so happy that I had finally gotten my internship that I didn't even think about the fact that it was going to take a one hour and a half journey everyday through bus and Trolley to get to my internship. That didn't seem like a problem. It actually seemed like and exciting idea since I could transport myself wherever I wanted to.
On my first day, my mom drove me to the museum (because she is that nice and it was my first day). She dropped me off and luckily she didn't leave right away because the museum was closed! I waited a couple of minutes in the car, then I saw Ashley arrive, park and then leave. I was confused. Very confused. I called my adviser Rah-Ben, who then called Lisa Davis who would contact Ashley, since the number on her card was the museum's number and no one was there. Lisa couldn't reach Ashley so I only had one option left: wait. I waited at Vons (which, by the way, is the nicest Vons I've ever been to) and after a couple of minutes I went back and fortunately found Ashley's car. She apologized because she'd completely forgotten. But I understand because with only one day at the museum I realized how busy she always is! There is always something to do. For the rest of the day I organized archives and went through the Volunteer Projects to see which one I would like to help with.
At 5, I left the museum and walked toward the bus stop, waited 20 minutes for the bus to arrive and got inside the bus. I tapped my Youth Compass Card (which the school had provided me so I didn't have to pay for transportation), but it did't work. Maybe it wasn't activated. The bus driver said I needed to pay but I only had three dollars and needed 5 dollars to also use the trolley and the other bus. He started raising his voice and said he was not going to move until I payed. I had to ask for two dollars and finally payed. I was very embarrassed because maybe the bus driver thought that I didn't want to pay. After arriving to Old Town Transit Center, taking the green line trolley, then changing to the blue line at 12th and Imperial Transit Center, then taking the bus at H Street Transit Center I finally arrived to Southwestern College, where my aunt picked me up 30 minutes late. It wasn't a problem because I had a book to read. I was waiting but then this kid came to me and said some things, which I will not mention, and then skated away and called me a something, which I will not mention either.
It was an exhausting First Day yet, as I said before, interesting. For the rest of the ride home I just thought about how I already wanted to write my experience on my blog, and here I am.
I was so happy that I had finally gotten my internship that I didn't even think about the fact that it was going to take a one hour and a half journey everyday through bus and Trolley to get to my internship. That didn't seem like a problem. It actually seemed like and exciting idea since I could transport myself wherever I wanted to.
On my first day, my mom drove me to the museum (because she is that nice and it was my first day). She dropped me off and luckily she didn't leave right away because the museum was closed! I waited a couple of minutes in the car, then I saw Ashley arrive, park and then leave. I was confused. Very confused. I called my adviser Rah-Ben, who then called Lisa Davis who would contact Ashley, since the number on her card was the museum's number and no one was there. Lisa couldn't reach Ashley so I only had one option left: wait. I waited at Vons (which, by the way, is the nicest Vons I've ever been to) and after a couple of minutes I went back and fortunately found Ashley's car. She apologized because she'd completely forgotten. But I understand because with only one day at the museum I realized how busy she always is! There is always something to do. For the rest of the day I organized archives and went through the Volunteer Projects to see which one I would like to help with.
At 5, I left the museum and walked toward the bus stop, waited 20 minutes for the bus to arrive and got inside the bus. I tapped my Youth Compass Card (which the school had provided me so I didn't have to pay for transportation), but it did't work. Maybe it wasn't activated. The bus driver said I needed to pay but I only had three dollars and needed 5 dollars to also use the trolley and the other bus. He started raising his voice and said he was not going to move until I payed. I had to ask for two dollars and finally payed. I was very embarrassed because maybe the bus driver thought that I didn't want to pay. After arriving to Old Town Transit Center, taking the green line trolley, then changing to the blue line at 12th and Imperial Transit Center, then taking the bus at H Street Transit Center I finally arrived to Southwestern College, where my aunt picked me up 30 minutes late. It wasn't a problem because I had a book to read. I was waiting but then this kid came to me and said some things, which I will not mention, and then skated away and called me a something, which I will not mention either.
It was an exhausting First Day yet, as I said before, interesting. For the rest of the ride home I just thought about how I already wanted to write my experience on my blog, and here I am.