This week, I had s’mores on the brain.

Correction: S’mores, George Washington docu-dramas and no cashiering on the brain.

We’re into July, now, guys. We’re almost there. By the time we start back up at school in the fall, we will have survived our first internship.

And, largely, I’m pretty stoked about my experience.

So the July issue of Revue is out. Sadly, none of the articles that i worked on for this month's issue made the final cut. I did however, spend some time proofing the articles that are there, and I have listings that I posted to the web. I also got started on several article for the August issue, so hopefully I have some stuff in there.

Now, two months into my internship may seem late in the game to announce this, but: I'm in print!

August 1st, 1966: Charles Whitmore aims his rifle over the railing of the tower’s observation deck. Classes have just let out on the campus of the University of Texas and the grounds were crawling with students and faculty. Charles Whitman, an excellent student, former marine, and once upon a time the youngest Eagle Scout in Texas, snapped. Over the next 96 minutes, Whitmore’s actions would make him a part of American History.

In about three weeks, my direct supervisor at Priority Health will be going on a (fantastic sounding) European excursion. What's an intern to do?

Well, plenty, actually.

So this week I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed...what's new really? Between my music, my "real" job, and Stone House...there's not a lot of breathing room. I have always been a busy person. I always seem to have way more on my plate than I probably should, but that is just how I have always functioned. So, I have always been pretty good with time management. This experience has taught me more about time management though.

This week I wrote a short article about a concert that the Indigo Girls will be performing in July. I hadn't listened to them before so I spent some time researching them, figuring out what genre (folk), their general sound, how many albums, best known songs, etc. They definitely have a unique sound.

It was so nice to be back at work this week; I was driving myself nuts staying home waiting for my throat to heal.

Like shoving a wooden spoon through lumped butter and sugar, time is churning at an ungodly slow pace, here. Enter Garden State airplane scene; Zach Braff is staring moon-eyed as faceless people bump up and down the aisle in hyper speed. Cue Frou Frou.

I was really proud of myself today. I conducted four phone interviews in a loud and confident voice. And only two of them were saved for when by boss left her cubicle for a coffee break. I knew that on the other side of my cubicle Pete Daily with the Grand Rapids Business Journal (who I've never actually met...or seen) could not help but listen to me, just as I routinely absentmindedly eavesdrop on his phone interviews and hear every click of his typewriter (yes, typewriter!)