The LitMag Dialogues Part 4: What I Learned the Second Summer of My Internship
As I myself gear up for back to school, I stop and think back on how much I’m going to miss this summer. But it’s not only because of the surplus of spare time, or even the fact that I was able to relax and hang out with friends. It’s also because I had an excellent second summer interning at the literary magazine in my hometown… Read More
Crap I don’t have my headphones. Oh no! I forgot my fancy shoes! Did I bring a snack with me today?
I am the person who always ends up running back in my room grabbing something I forgot. It is a rare occurrence that I leave where I live once because I end up running back for something.
The trick to combating this is to act like a grade school kid and pack the night before. Always keep track of the most important and have a separate spot for those items. When I get into the car to commute to the train station, I check for my phone and my wallet. Honestly, as long as you have a phone and a wallet, you’ll survive a day in the city.
It is hilarious to be sitting next to someone on the train who is overly stressing that they forgot the most pointless objects: “Oh no! I don’t have my eyeliner! Read more…
Commute with Kelly: City Walking
Walking in the city makes me feel like an alien.
Okay, these are technically monsters but you know what I mean. I wonder if I look normal to them.
I have yet to see people with three eyes and five legs, but walking in New York City feels like entering a whole new world with a different set of social acceptance rules. There are no rules. Don’t get me wrong, there are laws but there are no rules to follow in terms of dress, as I saw both women in suits and sneakers and ladies without tops on. There are no rules in terms of noise as grown people would be silent on the train but screaming outside. The idea of Americans keeping a bubble of personal space is busted; people would walk inches behind you, next to you and in a crowd, forget it!
Unfortunately, walking in the city just underlines stereotypes for me. I wonder how down to earth that thin girl is when she’s stomping across the street, in makeup that probably costs three weeks my commute, complaining and cursing on her phone about how sometimes the train gets her to work too early. I wonder how much that tall handsome man in the dark suit respects women as he is gawking at every girl in a skirt. Read more…
Don’t Just Think on Your Feet, Think of Your Feet!
Don’t worry; there will be no pictures of nasty feet, just a word about foot health.
You may have never needed to worry about your feet before. Like a parent, you don’t realize how much you rely on them until there is a problem and/or they’re causing you aches. Interning, especially with a commute, can really do a number on your feet. Swapping Uggs, flip flops and sneakers for heels, flats and loafers (for the guys) lead to blisters, calluses, and possible knee or back pain!
Have you ever gone to the city nearest you and laugh at how funny grown men and women look in their business clothes and bright new Nikes? It’s hilarious. It’s like the outfit version of a mullet: business up top, Sporty Spice on the bottom. If you are guilty of this, I’m going to be frank you look silly, but instead of continuously throwing salt in your wounds, I will tell you the two words that will solve all your problems:
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
But, wait, what? I thought she just said commuter shoes are stupid? Read more…
Commute with Kelly: Introduction
Hello, my name is Kelly Craig, and I tripped and fell on my face today. Yes, people saw me. I heard one laugh, and hey, I don’t blame them.
After my embarrassment wore off and I continued with my day interning in New York City, I found myself on the train home next to a 40-something year old Pakistani man, who was sweet as can be. Everyone stared as we talked. He said he was an engineer and a part-time teacher at the school where his commuting bag was clearly from. He was heading home to his family after a long day as we swapped stressful stories of our days.
He left me with one line of wisdom, something his father had always told him: “Wise people learn from others’ mistakes,” he said, “Fools learn from their own.”
I’ve been feeling like a fool myself, since I have always thought that as long as I learned something from a mistake, it was worth it. Read more…