WITH THE CURRENT
My Summer Internship with Wild River Review
August 21, 2008
(2008 Summer Intern for Wild River Review and freshman at New York University)
Within twenty-four hours of my stepmother’s pronunciation that she had nabbed an internship opportunity for me at the neighbor’s surprise birthday party, I was on the phone with Joy Stocke. I was eager, and I think Joy could hear it in my voice – for what a resume booster of an internship was, even though I was not even sure where my resume was going.
All I knew was that I had some journalistic experience (sixth grade kid reporter for TIME For Kids magazine) and a wide open summer. A series of phone calls and messages bounced back and forth between us, and before I knew it I was leaving my then-boyfriend behind to continue his sleep in my bed and embarking on a road-trip alongside my beloved mother and the captain of my ship, to New York City.
Joy had decided we would make it more interesting by giving me not a physical or description of herself and Wild River Review’s Executive Editor, Kim Nagy, by by simply giving me a rough location (The New York Public Library) and meeting time. It was as if she knew we would find each other. Sure enough I was drawn right to their little table on the library’s front steps, and their eyes were drawn right to mine.
First things first – we all had good fashion. Sparks flew and before I knew it we were agreeing to an internship and to attend a staff meeting the following Tuesday. I walked away with a fire in my eyes and pep in my step, but no idea what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that this called for a celebratory shop.
During the weeks that came to pass, I shyly entered into the stream of things. I got my feet wet with taking the minutes. I smiled and nodded at a speaker speaking about blogging and I listened carefully as a PR letter was weeded through the staff’s minds-eye. At the Writer’s Corner in Bucks County I sat there and observed. I wasn’t really sure where my place was or what I was supposed to be doing there.
When we began adding caffeine to the equation and meeting at Rojo’s in Lambertville, New Jersey, I began to be a little more ambitious. Grabbing at any assignments that were thrown out to the staff, I was pleased to help with any transcriptions or copy edits. Still unsure, though, where I fit in and where this was going.
I would like to pause here for a moment and let the reader in on a little Wild River secret. The wind of our female-run meetings often whispers of the web effect. Our minds do not always follow the rigid lines of an itinerary of business, but instead weave in and out back and forth until about two hours later the meeting is complete and the week’s journey is appearing silken smooth, clear, and neat. The high-energy meetings jumped from here to there but at the end the net had caught all the flies we needed.
Kim’s motherhood and other extenuating circumstances moved us to meet at her own house in Lambertville. It was here that I began to feel the magazine coming to life for me. Maybe it was the sway of her lovely home with all it’s loving energy surrounding us, or maybe it was just those rectangular table discussions that felt so round to me. But as we sat there hatching the next week’s forward movement, I began to feel an extra special connection with these woman, (and Brett), and my fellow collegiate interns. This is where the juice began to flow.
By far my favorite experience with Wild River Review was the interview that the interns conducted with Kim and Joy. All four interns were asked to compose a couple of questions that would be asked during one Tuesday’s meeting, one of the last we would have with them. We started preliminary and background, quickly moved deep into the ravines of the inner-workings, and ended with prospects for the future. I was so pleased with how the interview flowed that I wanted to hear it again and I was delighted at the opportunity to transcribe the conversation.
One of the things that I will never forget about this experience is Kim’s quoting of another quote, one of her favorite quotes, “Just connect.” Rivers connect. They connect land with land, land with water, water with water, and life with life. This Wild River connected me with my female warrior mind. It connected me with my wondering soul. And most of all it connected me with two women, Joy Stocke and Kim Nagy, who I will never forget nor cease to admire. I cannot thank them enough for all the things they showed me and all the care they gave. I look forward to being their flowing connection to the New York City branch of their, our, river and wish the New Jersey sector the best of luck without me, haha.
Born and raised in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, Terrence Cheromcka is an undergraduate student at New York University. Her love of New York City and her writing career began when she became a Time For Kids reporter at age 11. She interviewed stars such a Jewel, New Jersey Nets player, Richard Jefferson; Lil Bow Wow, and Dale Earnhardt Jr.; and she covered the first Kid’s Conference at the United Nations. Along with being a published political cartoonist she is also a contributor to “the Vent” section of her local newspaper.