Since my last post, I’ve become more comfortable with my rubber-man intern position. Unlike the other interns, who are all assigned to a single department, my work divvied up between policy (related to the No Child Left Inside Act), education (writing, editing, and revising environment-themed lesson plans) and green schools (constructing a garden, aka manual labor in the sun with a group of high school students). The past week was the busiest I’ve been at work all summer– from one moment to the next i had an assignment from International, and assignment from Green Schools, the option of going to Anacostia to work on the garden and lesson plans in need of editing, all in addition to the bottomless policy assignment I’d been working on the week before.
Today was quiet. I reformatted a lesson plan, we took an extended lunch break to go to froZENyo on F & 10th, and had an awesome almost-2hr presentation from my official supervisor about his experiences from his trip to Louisiana last month, the history of BP, and various other topics relating to the Deepwater Horizon spill. Afterward, he and I spoke a little about the history of the environmental movement, I gave some feedback on the content on the website, and I got a list of good books to read on the subject. I realized I wished there was a class on the environmental movement, the way I’m sure there is for the civil rights movement, and how important it is to have that enriched worldview that allows one to put current events into historical perspective.
DC is a small city. It’s not uncommon to run into people you know, whether walking down the street in Georgetown or browsing the goods at a farmer’s market. The Green Schools intern went to a performance of Avenue Q a couple weeks ago and saw the International Programs and Events directors on a date while waiting on the concessions line. We saw Gareth’s suitemate at the boathouse, and I’m starting to recognize people at Trader Joe’s. I rode my bike down near-empty streets to and from Metro Center today during my lunch hour, and when I got back the IT guy said he saw me riding. Here, my “it’s okay, I’ll never see any of these people again” mentality (used to justify going outside in yoga pants/PJs, talking loudly about personal topics with friends, etc) probably isn’t such a great idea. There’s no crowd to disappear into, and I definitely see the same people more often than I’d ever have expected.