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.