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Having read my week one letter over again, I think this summer has been exactly what I needed and more. I was concerned about gaining more confidence when working with new people and being able to apply my skills to this new project for Soulardarity. I think I was concerned about my skillset matching up, […]

Wow y’all, it’s my last day in the program. I honestly can’t believe that 9 weeks have already gone by. But ya know time flies when you sell your soul to capitalism in your 9 to 5 — very much so just kidding!! Just some light humor to break up the sadness that I’m feeling.

As I say farewell to my time in DCBRP, I will be forever thankful for allowing me the experience to live and work in Detroit. Each summer, I’ve gone abroad across the world and barely spent time “home”, but boy did it feel good being right here in the city! It’s crazy how much more

Dear Shaylynn, I must say that you, “past Shay”, pretending to be me, “future Shay”, was spot on. Starting my internship, I was a naive dreamer with many ambitious goals that I wanted to achieve while I worked at this position, but I was given a reality check from the bureaucracy of it all and

I just remembered this week that I misspelled Osborn my first day of work. I signed into my building (which I definitely didn’t have to do) with the explanation, “intern at Osborne Neighborhood Alliance.” I’m better than that, now, I promise. Smoother. I stand by my thought in my first letter that people have welcomed

Dear Lia, You did it! You made it through the summer! You continued to feed yourself, get to work, explore, and you really enjoyed your time living in Detroit and working with DFA. You did what you set out to do. You embraced each day with bright eyes, a smile, and an open heart, but

I have learned so much throughout my internship at the Chandler Park Conservancy. My initial expectations for myself were to make a good lasting impression on my supervisor and to provide the children in the camp with leadership skills and encouragement throughout the course of the camp. I brought up the fact that many of

Dear Past Scarlett, It’s unbelievable that time passes as quickly as it does and that re-reading the letter you sent me a couple of months ago gave me a greater understanding of that. You did get a couple more sunburns but none as bad as the one you had when you wrote that letter to

I don’t believe in wasting time. I know that sounds bold. Perhaps it’s not entirely true. I believe that sitting around all day watching Netflix and scrolling through Facebook could certainly be considered a waste of time. I believe that would be a waste of my own time. But what I mean by the statement

I’m sitting here, reading my letter from the very first week of the program, feeling just as nervous as I did then. For the same reasons I am still anxious: I want to do a good job, I want to impress my bosses, and I want to come off capable and intelligent. The difference is