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I know I'm not the only one in the world who has taken on a good amount of responsibility. I'm incredibly fortunate to be doing what I'm doing, although I don't always remember that as I'm pressing snooze on my alarm which goes off at 5 a.m. three times a week.
When I fulfilled the co-op required by my school, where I worked as a full time intern for six months, I chose to stay in Philadelphia for a myriad of reasons. Some of which made sense at the time, and some of which I thoroughly regret. For some reason, I had always assumed that I wasn't nearly privileged enough to work as an unpaid intern for a "big" name in New York. These past four months have proven me seriously wrong. I've somehow managed to make it through a full course of classes while working a part time job, editing the Style section of the newspaper and serving as the editor-in-chief of a student magazine. I managed to sleep a little bit sometimes, too.
I'm not sure how I did it, I'm really not. Now that I have a month left before I graduate, I took the time to reflect on the fact that I've been doing this for four months. For four months I've spent 12 hours a week on a bus. I've learned to hail a cab with 3 runway looks (including shoes) in a garment bag slung over my shoulders. I've (sort of) learned to navigate NYC's subway system and I can tell the difference between Uptown and the Upper East Side. I've also been in the Conde Nast, New York Times and Hearst building more times than I can count on my fingers, which for me was a pretty big deal. I'd just like to remind myself that I'm really freaking lucky, even though I just feel tired most of the time.