It’s cliché. Especially for my generation. But the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is reach over for my glasses and then my iPhone, both resting on the nightstand. I check email. I check Twitter. I check Facebook. I check WordPress. And then, maybe, if I remember, I’ll check the weather. I may have only gotten six, maybe seven, hours of sleep, but the feeling of being unplugged from the world, for even that short amount of time, means I could have missed something. As a journalist, I can’t miss anything.
I studied abroad in London, England, last semester and while it was easily the best four months of my life, I owe a big chunk of that success not to my studies or to my travel, but to Golf Monthly. I know, you’re thinking, she moves to England and is thanking a golf magazine? Temple gave me an opportunity rare for a study abroad experience; I had an internship in London with GM. I requested sports journalism and I was thrust head-first into one of the few sports I knew little about: golf. My dad, a golf enthusiast, was thrilled, and so when my first assignment came up where I was asked to write about the differences between golf in the US and the UK, I took the opportunity to mock my dad.
Much to my surprise, I learned quite a bit about the sport, quite a bit about magazine journalism, and made some incredible friends on staff. I might even intentionally put golf on my TV on Sunday mornings, now. It was the most incredible experience. While I was wary of writing for a golf magazine at first, it turned into the best experience I could have possibly had in England, and I definitely miss them terribly. Five hours behind them now, the first thing I read in the morning is usually my coworkers’ tweets and Facebook updates.
This morning, as I glanced over Twitter, I saw Golf Monthly publish some exciting news: already Britain’s oldest and most widely-read golf magazine, it is now officially the #1-selling golf magazine in the country, too. I was pretty excited for them and I know firsthand how hard they worked to achieve that title. It’s very well-deserved. After I retweeted them, the first thing I did was text my mom, who was quick to tell me that I helped make that for nearly four months. It’s a wonderful feeling; I had the privilege of interning with Britain’s best golf magazine. I’ve known it for a while, but now everyone else does, too.
Cheers, guys! So proud!