In my first meeting at my internship, I took my familiar route from last season, where I had been at the Homeschool Advanced Program. This year, I was entering an internship. We’d be doing clean-ups, orchestrating events, and overall working to conserve the ocean.
I had already helped out at an event (episode 1), but this was our first official meeting.
I took the elevator to our classroom on the second floor. I walked/jogged toward the room where I normally had met at and found there was nobody there! Confused, I twirled around. I was already a bit late to my first meeting, so I was somewhat rushed to find it. I quietly checked a few rooms but realized I was clearly in the wrong building.
I whispered the meeting location to myself a few times. That’s when I realized that I really was in the wrong building, and our first meeting was actually across the street.
My backpack slung to my shoulders, I took the elevator to the first floor, jogged across the street, and entered the meeting’s building.
The room was different from my original classroom in some ways. Both were cool in individually, but this room was a bit bigger. Marine items were placed on shelves and hung around the room. A logo of the organization that I was interning at created an awesome image on the carpet. Chairs lined the room, all facing a whiteboard, away from where I had entered.
People were there, too. There were around 20 other interns. Most of them were around my age, maybe a year older or greater than me, and I was a bit on the younger side here. (This wasn’t too new.)
I realized that I had been a bit late (this also wasn’t too new, unfortunately), and everyone was lined up to take their photos for their IDs. I jumped to the back of the line.
Our teachers were there, too.
“Cameron,” noted the one, checking me off of a list. They took my picture, and I hopped into an open seat. After a few minutes, our meeting began.
The meeting basically made sure we were aware of what we’d be doing in the internship and what sources we had to help us. Then we played a few ice-breaker games, introducing ourselves.
They put us to the test when the teachers would name people from their list, and we would have to throw the ball to the person with that name. Unfortunately, I hadn’t memorized everyone’s names very well. I had perhaps remembered about half, but I threw the ball to the wrong person. Luckily, there was mostly laughter at this, including my own, and it wasn’t embarrassing at all. I don’t usually get as nervous in front of large audiences as some others do. That isn’t to say I don’t get nervous—I do. However, I’ve usually been able to realize in the end we’re all in something together, and the audience I’m talking to are cool people to work with.
Later, the alumni interns—those who had interned here before—joined us in the classroom. We did another name game, and this time we had to use alliteration in sharing our names. Someone had already used “Crazy”, so I ended up doing “Cool Cam”. Then everyone had to repeat the name. A move also had to be included, so I ended up glancing over imaginary sunglasses as I said my line. Everyone ended up doing the move and saying “Cool Cam”, which was rather funny and the entire class was very creative with their names and lines.
We also learned a bit about a project that we’d be researching on, and I met my partners for the year.
The meeting concluded, and I actually had a fair start in beginning a long journey of learning the class’s names. Our last activity was picking up our internship t-shirts, and I really like the design! All of us got the same design, but mine fit well and I thought the coloring was perfect—dark blue with the logo and words in white.
So the class concluded and I crossed the street to go home.