It wasn't long until the editor greeted Elizabeth Wong (a fellow WJC student and intern) and me to give us a tour of the newsroom we would soon be interning at. We walked through the newsroom, a huge collection of desks with computers and some with TVs tuned into the news (really what I had imagined in my mind of a newsroom). After a brief tour of the newsroom we made our way through several halls and corridors passing the cafeteria and meeting several reporters and editors.
That first visit to The Washington Times was over a month ago and had me excited to begin my internship there. There was only one problem. I could not, for the life of me, remember how to get to the cafeteria. I remember it being down a certain hall after entering through several doors but couldn't remember how to get there.
Call it pride, stubbornness, or being too proud, but I simply refused to ask someone where the cafeteria was, least of all my editor who'd shown me that day. I couldn't do it . . . and haven't.