In Defense of Banana Splits
The interns that come to work for Talk of the Nation each summer never fail to impress me. They're bright, they're capable, and they have already have longer resumes than I do, stacked with internships they've earned since high school. They generally enjoy their tenures here, learn a lot about journalism and radio, and depart a bit ruefully. I can't help but wonder, though, if they're missing out on the prototypical summer job, and I'm not alone. I spent my summers scooping ice cream, and I still remember every detail, from the weird muscles you build digging into frozen tubs of peanut butter & chocolate to the sweet, warm aura that coated my clothes, hair, arms, and car for months. Are those memories more dear than those gained from an unpaid internship? I wouldn't know, I didn't have any... am I just excessively nostalgic, or is there something lost when resume building trumps summertime fun?
1:05 PM ET | 08-14-2007 | permalink




