Intern #18

Day One

First day as the PR intern at the High Museum of Art under my belt! With my badge in hand I headed for my car to rest my sore little feet. It was a good kind of sore. Well, not really because the pain was from the fact that my flats were brand new. But had they been sore from a day's work ---that's what I will tell myself.

The day began with a 7 a.m. wake up call, coffee, music and light rain fall as I headed down 75 S toward Atlanta. I met with 14 other interns, all female except for one lucky dude. The ratio of alot:little/girls:boys no longer comes as a surprise to me. My last 2 years have been 98% estrogen and I expected no different in the pr field (or in the art field for that matter). I was handed an intern packet and my badge and sent on my way. Looking down, I saw I was now referred to as "Intern #18." Cool name change, maybe it will stick.

Working at the High is actually not all about art as one would think. However, it is about managing a business of art. The High, still, is an amazing place to work and it's only the end of day one. My duties mostly consisted of research but I know my research teacher, Dr. English, would beem with joy at this news.

Research isn't too bad especially since it starts each and every successful public relations campaign. To keep motivated you have to look at the big picture. Once you have seen the painting for what it is you can concentrate on the texture, medium, strokes and detail. (Let the art metaphors, similes, and analogies begin).

As a part of the marketing/pr/communication department I have another intern I will be working closely with, Megan. As a junior she has great opportunities to learn from her experience at the High and imply the skills set during her last year in school. Having Megan by my side will be a nice way to transition into a job where everything and everyone is a stranger. We might even be each other's saving grace throughout this summer



To give us a break from researching, the department took me and Megan to lunch at TAP, an American gastropub on Peachtree Street. The vibe and atmosphere is absolutely city-hipster-chic and I loved every second. Thanks to the High for the wonderful treat! Having a black bean burger was exaclty what my Meatless Monday tradition had in mind. I suggest this restaurant to anyone looking to dine in the Midtown area of Atlanta.


Overall, day one of interning went as smooth as ever. I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring. I already know it has museum tours and press kits involved. I'm so glad I signed up for this.

**This post is a shout out to Megan Peterson, my MSCM bff who always got called out for snickering with me in class. Even though you are .3 miles down Peachtree Street from me, it's too far. I guess the High knew that and decided to pair me with another Megan. Don't worry --she will be no you. We have had too many laughs for any other Megan, or Sara, to intercept.