Back in the proverbial
day, a college job bore little to no relation to the rest of your life. Otherwise, I’d still be stocking shelves at
Walgreens or dealing with eight-year olds at a daycare center on the North Side. My, how times have changed.
It’s not the job so
much, which is good because Clare has spent the last four years working in the
football office at Elmhurst (Coach Clare a da Bears), as the internship. Who came up with this idea? I mean, it’s not enough for families to cover
tuition along with room and board. Now, students
have to work unpaid internships in what may or may not prove to be their future
profession. How do you spell indentured
servitude for the 21st century?
Yesterday, Clare reached
the 200-hour mark required for her internship.
In other words, she took her classes, worked and interned with the athletic departments at Benedictine University
and Immaculate Conception High School.
The good news is that IC is a five-minute walk from the Elmhurst campus.
For better or worse,
the internship has propelled Clare well out of her comfort zone. She’s kept score for volleyball and basketball,
worked the clock at games and written a media guide. Now, we argue who had it harder, me keeping
the book for varsity softball (scoring games plus doing team stats) and
tracking the pitchers (first-pitch strikes, walks, strikeouts, ERA and pitch
counts) or Clare doing stats for sports she’s never played. Of course, I think I had it harder. Try sharing the dugout with someone as
intense as Ted Williams.
From what I gather, the
refs are about as (in)competent as umps, plus they like to flirt; one ref we know from high school
softball. According to Clare, he spit on
the basketball court floor during a recent game and didn’t care who saw. Now, there’s the wide world of sports for
you, up close and unfiltered.
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