Thank you, Baby Jesus
About a month ago, I started working for a non-profit organization that specializes in historic preservation and in revitalizing economically impoverished neighborhoods and communities. I started there as an intern for my “United States Public History” course at Salem. In just a month, I have learned more about history than my entire college career and believe me, it’s been years. I am so grateful for coming across this position because it has landed me a job when I graduate in a month and half. I am also going to Auburn University to help with a project my boss is apart of in Alabama, even though it goes against everything I believe in to even set foot near Auburn. I am writing grants for funding. I am writing strategic plans. I am creating what-it-could-look-like pictures and presentations that are taken before city councils. If you would have told me at Christmas last year that I would be where I am now, I would have called you crazy. I love what I am doing. How many people can say that about their jobs? I hope that one day, I own an organization that does the same things and gets as much recognition as the one I work for now. I have finally stopped worrying, stopped searching, and stopped obsessing over what I want to do when I graduate because I have found it. Now all I have to do is get a great score on the GRE so I get a masters in historic preservation. Wish me luck.