I am Sam, Sam I am
|By SAM SCHOMMER|
|You’re probably wondering, “who the heck is this, and what has she done with Liz?!”
Don’t judge me by that picture . . . it’s awful, truly awful.
Anyway, I’ll start off by introducing myself.
I’m Samantha Schommer (bet you didn’t guess that . . .), I’m a hormone-raging (or so my dad says) 16- year-old from the grand old town of Winsted.
If I make it through the summer without having any more driving mishaps, I’ll be a junior at Holy Trinity High School in the fall.
Yes, I have had a couple of “mishaps.”
I guess that’s what the picture below is for.
But I will say that it was NOT my idea.
I think that the picture is also to show that I’m a goof, which I am.
Anyway . . .
This is the first time that the Herald Journal has ever had an intern from Holy Trinity, and if I don’t screw it up, it might not be the last, so let’s hope for the best.
I want to be a journalist after I graduate from high school, and getting an opportunity such as this one, will be a great benefit to my future career.
I’ve been here for about three weeks so far, and it has already been quite a learning experience.
On the first day, I was utterly confused with all of the computer stuff. It might just be my blondeness, but man, that was really tough to catch on to.
They were talking about pre-flighting and cutlines and Helvetica (an evil font that screws everything up, by the way).
It was enough to make my head spin.
Another thing that gave me the chills was starting on 6-6-06.
TV and radio were telling me that all this doom and devilish stuff was going to happen, so I had the right to be somewhat freaked out, right?
However, the 666 gods (that’s kind of ironic, if you think about it) were on my side and no major catastrophes occurred.
The coolest part about my new job is that I get to have this cubicle; well OK, a half a cubicle but, still.
I’ve got a computer, a lunch break, and everything.
It’s so exciting!
This is all new territory to me, and I feel so grown up.
But once my summer internship is over, I have to go back to being a teenager who needs to concentrate a little bit more on the roads . . . watch out people, here I come!