At least her Sims character didn’t croak.

Things are winding down, during the final week of my dream internship. I know my expiration date is about to hit, and so do the editors, so my once-full to-do list is now sporting highlighter stains and check marks, showing me there are few things I have left unfinished. It’s a weird feeling, sitting in front of this desk having just a couple things to do, and even weirder knowing that when I come in tomorrow, the desk to the right of me will not have Hannah behind it.

With a bit of time to kill, and a sudden urge to have as many questions answered as possible, I turned around and asked Connie (the Mother Hen of the interns) a few questions about the real world of journalism. It’s no secret that the interns here tend to stick together, and I think we’re much closer than any other group of interns this building has ever seen. So I asked Connie what it’s like to have friends in the journalism world, and have she and all the startup editors from USA TODAY stayed close over the years.

Her answer didn’t surprise me, after all grew up in the generation that begins preaching networking in kindergarten, but I was surprised to find out that most of our upper level editors here go back about 25 years, to when USAT first got off the ground. And other friends are everywhere: People, InStyle, you name it!

It was nice to hear that they all stay in touch, and that they provide references for each other when someone is looking for a new job, or looking to find someone to fill a spot. And it really made me feel a bit less sad about the fact that Hannah peaced out today, and the fact that I will be doing the same on Friday.

Goodbyes, for our generation, don’t really seem to exist. Sure, I’m kind of freaked out about graduating in less than a year — I mean, I’m going to go from seeing my roommates every day to praying we get together on birthdays (that is if we don’t turn into bicoastal jet-setters) — but at least I know that when it comes to my journalism buddies, we’ll be in touch for years to come.

I was thinking about applying for this newspaper, anyone know anybody there? Do any of you know of a good sports weekly in the Midwest — I’m thinking of changing my location?

And then, later on in life: I need to hire a new reporter, any of you have any good interns recently? Someone’s starting a magazine, anyone wanna jump on board?

And of course, when one of us is a jobless, homeless bum, another will gladly supply a guest room and three square meals a day until said bum can get back on her feet.

And we’ll keep in touch, through e-mails, cell phones, texting, and our blogs. Not to mention the fact that it’s so easy to keep up with someone’s writing, even if they are in Louisiana while you’re in Syracuse, all you need is their publication’s url. The world is flat. And I thank God for that, because if it weren’t, I would have cried a bit more when Hannah stood up from her black swivel chair for the last time.

Instead I cried a smidge, texted her, and started thinking of something clever to write on her Facebook wall. I know I will be calling her next semester, asking where she is thinking about applying for jobs, taking her suggestions for publications, and offering some of my own. Our paths are going to cross again one day — maybe not even that far down the road.

And maybe, just maybe in five years, we’ll be running our own newspaper in Alaska… shotty Life editor.

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