Pre-internship

It is the day before I start my internship. Finals ended last week, but I wanted to give myself time to adjust to this new town. It is a lazy, tourist town. The shops here feel the need to stamp "Maine" on everything, this is the consequence of living near Bar Harbor in the summer.
The job is writing news features and style articles for the weekly newspaper. My beat will focus on what there is to do in this town. My target audience is the tourists who I'm already hostile toward. I'd feel more compelled to change my attitude toward them, but it seems natural for writers to both love and hate their audiences. Odi et amo as Catullus said.
I wont lie. This wasnt my first choice for a job. A daily newspaper was hiring a temporary position because of the reporters is pregnant. I applied for both positions. The day after I interviewed for the weekly the woman called me up ecstatic and asked me to take the position. I didnt accept at first because I was waiting for the Daily interview. When the daily told me the position could only promise me two months of work and that they wouldnt tell me if I got the job or not until mid May, I had to take the weekly's offer. I'm not disappointed, this will be a great experience and the daily loved me, they want me to apply for what they called a "real job" after I graduate next spring.
I'm a news girl though, that is the drawback. This job is mostly soft stuff. I live for hard, breaking news. I expect this job to open my eyes to new ways of looking at stories and writing.
For the first time in my life, I am living alone. I have a cold, rectangle of an apartment. Two men live above me. They are not ballet dancers, I know this because the way they stomp on the floors makes me feel that they will make an unexpected visit through my ceiling at any moment.