It was a damp October morning; I was sat in a fuggy Caffé Nero gazing out the window onto a dismal St Enoch Square, stirring the dregs of a cold cappuccino and feverishly checking my phone to see if it was time- time for my much-awaited internship at Scotcampus to begin!
After I’d eventually found the building (god bless Google maps), my nerves were on edge- was I too early? Was I too late? Was I dressed okay? What was my name? However, as the lift ascended to the office, my fears quite literally lifted, as I was given a motivational pep talk from George the charming liftman, and met the rest of the team, Mike, Louise, Mina and Graeme, who were all so lovely and welcoming; putting me right at ease.
For my two weeks there, after I’d adjusted to the early mornings (damn art students and their late starting days), I was encouraged to brain storm ideas and look for angles surrounding student issues I felt passionate about, which for me, was the complex rollercoaster of student relationships.
I was even given the chance to * internal screaming * review and interview Izzy Bizu! I’d always found the idea of music journalism a daunting prospect- one I’d been interested in from afar, but never thought I’d be able to tackle.
I was also taught the basics of editing, which turned out to be a lot simpler than I thought- and I struggle to turn on computers at the best of times. I was even allowed to sit in on an editorial meeting, which made me feel super professional, and like I (briefly) had my life together.
Before my internship I was filled with angst about my future; a niggling sense of self doubt which I’m sure rings true with the majority of highly-strung 20 year olds; juggling the ever-increasing weight of work, their relationships, and their studies, all the while trying to answer the evasive question, “What do I want to do with my life?”
Was I good enough to be a journalist? Could I write well enough? Hell, could I write at all? Most importantly, did I even want to be a journalist? I’m lucky, in the sense that my time at Scotcampus reaffirmed my faith in my abilities- turns out I actually can write- and furthermore, I realised that journalism and writing, in one capacity or another, is what I need to set my sights on and persevere with.
Luckily, my liaison with Scotcampus is by no means at an end, and I’ll still be getting the chance to write and review for them, continuing to improve my technique and, of course, harass Mike with my abundant use of semi-colons.
I’d strongly urge any budding journo or creative type to try their hand at a Scotcampus internship; whether you’re looking to enhance your skills, gain experience, or even do a bit of existential soul searching- it’s definitely the place for you!
Fancy an internship like Jennifer’s? Get in touch!