This week, I have to start the process of setting up interviews for my internship. The following words make my stomach turn and my palms sweat: Interview, professional, industry, business attire, follow-up call, and cover letter.

I'm not a professional. I practically grew up in a barn! I freeze up when people ask me interview questions, I don't know what's appropriate to wear or say, I blush, I fumble, I don't have manners, and the list goes on. I know that the odds are I'll get whatever internship I interview for (I mean, hello....free labor!), but I'm still going to have nightmares of accidentally showing up to interviews naked until I secure one.

Ok, I need tips for being a professional adult. Give me anything you've got. (esp. Kellie Kalish, Kristin Dennis, Steph Richards, and Matt Ellis.) Should I shave my legs for the interview? Or do my nails? Does that stuff matter? Is it ok to have a sense of humor? When I imagine a professional person, I imagine someone who is the complete opposite of me. I don't even know what professional means anymore. Oh, good lord, I'm not ready to be an adult.

There was a touching moment today in the pattern drafting lab. A couple classmates who I love and my former drafting teacher who I also love were chatting about school and what not, when suddenly Bruce started crying because he was so overwhelmed with everything he had to do. Then Caren started getting teary-eyed because she could relate, and tried to give Bruce encouragement. She was saying all these really wise, adult things, and then I started to choke up because I realized that EVERYBODY is experiencing the same feelings I am. And Ms. Schuessler was just sitting there quietly like our grandmother, with a look that said, "Everything is going to be ok." At that moment, I loved my school and I was so happy that I stayed. It didn't last long, but it made a lasting impression. I love moments when you realize that everyone's in the same boat.