From the Intern Desk - Elizabeth

 For my first official intern posting, I should probably introduce myself..

So I'll do just that, and tell you what it's like to walk into a building full of the world's best hunger-fighters


Roughly 48 hours ago I slept through breakfast while flying over Paris. This morning, I drowsily ordered espresso from a cafe and boarded a train to the World Food Programme. I am beginning to wonder how long that espresso will hold jet-lag at bay.
Once exhaustion does set in I won’t be dozing off, that’s for sure. I’ve come to realize that I’ll be spending the next three months in a busy, exciting and purposeful place. From this complex on the outskirts of Rome flows communication that literally changes the world. A paper posted to the wall of my cubicle notes, “WFP has greater logistical power and operates a larger transport network than any other humanitarian organization.”  That sentence is intimidating, and makes one thing clear: 
I am not qualified for this.
I grew up in Muncie, Indiana—a small town in the Midwestern United States—and the only Italian we spoke there was “pizza.” Previous jobs include everything from Snack Shack Employee #7 to Ad Buyer for Motorola. I’m not sure either of those experiences or any in between have prepared me for the next three months here in Rome at the World Food Program—I mean “Programme”, with an extra “m” and an “e.” 
Regardless, here I am.
Since I was small I’ve dreamt past the cornfields behind my house to the other side of the world. As I grew older, my ability to help became greater. Studying Anthropology, my eyes were opened to cultures around the globe, and the deep-seeded problems (and triumphs) within each. Pairing that major with one in Communications, I decided to find a way to let people around the world learn how to help one another—which brings me here. First though, it took me to Ghana, and Greece, and for a few months, Chicago. The road has been long, but hopefully some of the experiences I’ve had will make me useful here at WFP. I may not be a professional –actually, I am definitely not a professional—but the important thing is that hungry people become fed people, and I’ll find a way to help with that. 
So, if you’re on the site, you probably know at least little about WFP—you may even know more than I do about the red cup on my desk, or the Free Rice on my Facebook—but check back in over the next three months, and we’ll learn together how even small town students like me can help feed the world.




Budding Hunger-Fighter

Hello. As as high school student in a small town in Ontario, Canada, I am very eager to start our school's own WFP organization. I plan to organize fundraisers and spread word of the hunger and poverty that many students do not know about. However, I am not quite sure where to begin! Is there any advice, tips or information you could give me to help get me started? While I want to fundraise, it seems impossible without much of a budget or even an idea for a fundraiser that might catch on with my peers. Daegan

I just want to let you know

I just want to let you know that this is very inspiring to read. I am a senior in High School in Russellville, Arkansas, which is a relatively small town. I've been aiming since I was a Freshman to one day be in a position similar to yours and then hopefully going on to something greater. I'll be reading along and I am very excited to hear your experiences. --Callie Bittle

welcome elizabeth

you come from a long line of distinguished de pauw interns - welcome aboard. Anthea from China