I have yet to inform you lovelies that I have received my dream job of interning at the local arts center. Let it be noted that I worked my ass off beforehand as a volunteer, but now I’m getting paid for it! Awesome, right?
One of the perks of working here is that the people I work with are surprisingly hilarious. They’re all much older than I am, but they connect with me.
My first day, Carol, an office worker, informed me that lunch is the most serious time of the day. “I wake up for lunch, Kacy. We take it very seriously in this building,” she said with the a killer stare.
The point of this post is to propose a question. (ALLITERATION) Would you, as a reader, enjoy a series of Life of the Intern on this blog?
Your hometown. Your birthplace. You’ve lived here all of your life.
If you’ve been living under a rock, Arkansas passed a law banning abortion-a subject everyone has an opinion on, and if they don’t, they’re satanists. Can we sit and talk about this for a moment?
Hypothetical: You get raped. You get pregnant. What do you do? Do you keep this child knowing that it was made under the worst of occasions and that it won’t have a father?
Killing a child simply because you don’t want to have it is immoral, yes, but keeping a child that was forced upon you isn’t the happiest lifestyle either.
You could say I qualify on their decision.
Everyone should feel pride in their hometown. After all, this is where you learned your life lessons and grew as a person.This is where you started. This is where your mind went from mush to matter. The people you meet here may not be with you after you move, but they have made an impact on you. No matter how small, an impact is still an impact.
Why be ashamed of such an important part of your life?
“There’s nothing to do.” My advice to you, close-minder, is to pick up a book, maybe even read it, or fall in love.