My alarm clock goes off at 7:00 am sharp. It is used more as a safety measure than a necessity, for my biological clock has already adjusted to that of a retired grandma: I am always in bed by 10:30 pm and wake up around 6:30 am. I would fiddle with my phone on my bed for a few minutes, reply to the messages that my friends sent me last night, and then slowly get up and get ready for the day.
Breakfast is always cereal, for during a target run, I splurged on two huge boxes of cheerios and realized the following morning that there was no way I am to finish them given the time left. Since my computer is always sitting on the dining table, breakfast time has automatically became my morning news time, so I would just scroll through New York Times while enjoying my cereal. After clearing out the dishes, I would then go on Duke Sakai to check out the weekly assignments for my online summer writing course. It is a class designed to teach social media writing through recording our internship experience. Although the course has been very informative, the course load exceeded my expectation and I can’t help but also attribute to this course for being my incentive to get up early every single morning.
The agreed meeting time for me and my co-worker, Bryce, to walk to work has always been 8:45. However, ever since one morning when I waited downstairs for him until 9:05 only to realize that he was still in bed, I have hardly been on time. Once in the office, Green Garage, we would start off our day with a cup of fresh brewed coffee from the kitchen. Since the beginning of our video interview project with DFA mentors, we would open up Adobe Premiere as soon as we sit down at our desk and start importing and editing the videos. After an hour in the office, it’s about time for our first interview in the day and Katherine, the best program coordinator one can ever find, is already waiting outside in her car, ready to accompany us to various production site. Meeting and talking to the food entrepreneurs is always the highlight of the day. They would tell us about their organization, their reason for being at Detroit, and their work as mentors. Sometimes, the hospitable mentors would leave us with a few treats, which are always welcomed and very appreciated.
Lunch is rushed and squeezed in between the interviews, but we get back to Green Garage at around 3pm and that leaves us with two more hours of editing. Headphones in, the two hours usually go by in silence. Someone occasionally speaks up for feedback and advice, but five o’clock always hits faster than it feels.
After work, I like to hit the gym for a thirty minutes run, but that sometimes gets put off because of laziness or hunger. The quality of dinner also depends on my mood. In a cooking mood, I would prepare myself a feast, and I would keep on cooking even afterwards, freezing the food so they can be thawed and microwaved in the future. Other nights, I would be satisfied with some cereal (because I have an excess of it) or cheese and cracker.
The girls love movies, so a movie night is very common. However, I am always the one who opts out because of the looming deadlines for writing assignments. I would just be in my room, listening to the dialogues from movies, the crunching sound of popcorn, and wishing I could be in the living room, commenting on how hot the actors are with the rest of the crew.
This is what a typical day looks like here in Detroit for me. It is still hard to believe that seven weeks have flied by as I shuffled between University Towers and Green Garage, but I can say with full confidence that these seven weeks have made this summer my best summer.
Breakfast is always cereal, for during a target run, I splurged on two huge boxes of cheerios and realized the following morning that there was no way I am to finish them given the time left. Since my computer is always sitting on the dining table, breakfast time has automatically became my morning news time, so I would just scroll through New York Times while enjoying my cereal. After clearing out the dishes, I would then go on Duke Sakai to check out the weekly assignments for my online summer writing course. It is a class designed to teach social media writing through recording our internship experience. Although the course has been very informative, the course load exceeded my expectation and I can’t help but also attribute to this course for being my incentive to get up early every single morning.
The agreed meeting time for me and my co-worker, Bryce, to walk to work has always been 8:45. However, ever since one morning when I waited downstairs for him until 9:05 only to realize that he was still in bed, I have hardly been on time. Once in the office, Green Garage, we would start off our day with a cup of fresh brewed coffee from the kitchen. Since the beginning of our video interview project with DFA mentors, we would open up Adobe Premiere as soon as we sit down at our desk and start importing and editing the videos. After an hour in the office, it’s about time for our first interview in the day and Katherine, the best program coordinator one can ever find, is already waiting outside in her car, ready to accompany us to various production site. Meeting and talking to the food entrepreneurs is always the highlight of the day. They would tell us about their organization, their reason for being at Detroit, and their work as mentors. Sometimes, the hospitable mentors would leave us with a few treats, which are always welcomed and very appreciated.
Lunch is rushed and squeezed in between the interviews, but we get back to Green Garage at around 3pm and that leaves us with two more hours of editing. Headphones in, the two hours usually go by in silence. Someone occasionally speaks up for feedback and advice, but five o’clock always hits faster than it feels.
After work, I like to hit the gym for a thirty minutes run, but that sometimes gets put off because of laziness or hunger. The quality of dinner also depends on my mood. In a cooking mood, I would prepare myself a feast, and I would keep on cooking even afterwards, freezing the food so they can be thawed and microwaved in the future. Other nights, I would be satisfied with some cereal (because I have an excess of it) or cheese and cracker.
The girls love movies, so a movie night is very common. However, I am always the one who opts out because of the looming deadlines for writing assignments. I would just be in my room, listening to the dialogues from movies, the crunching sound of popcorn, and wishing I could be in the living room, commenting on how hot the actors are with the rest of the crew.
This is what a typical day looks like here in Detroit for me. It is still hard to believe that seven weeks have flied by as I shuffled between University Towers and Green Garage, but I can say with full confidence that these seven weeks have made this summer my best summer.
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