My first internship in college was at a tiny TV station in Idaho’s Silver Valley. The news director moved on right after I started, so I did a reporter’s job all summer and learned a great deal, enough to switch from print to broadcast journalism, because they accidentally did exactly what you suggest.

My second internship was in Culver City for a big radio network and I made great sacrifices to be there, spending money I didn’t have. I remember sitting on Venice Beach with a box of mail I was supposed to take to the talent wondering what the hell I was doing there. I found one of his paychecks in the box and I should have looked at it, then I would have learned something. I guess I did learn two important things; that this guy was a freaky pervert and that I’m not wired to live in L.A.

Best,
Chelsea Prince