I have a real job now. A real job with real hours and real responsibilities and decent pay. It’s only part-time, but it’s still probably the most grown-up job I’ve ever had.
This year I’ll be serving as the Admissions Intern over the Southwestern US (give or take a couple states).
That means that if you’re a senior in high school and a resident of California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, or Louisiana (ok, so those last two aren’t exactly the “Southwest” - deal with it), it’s my job to get you to apply to FHU, get your transcripts and FAFSA and SAT scores and shot records and everything else in, and then convince you that coming to FHU is worth the cross-country trip.
And because maybe a grand total of 100 seniors in those states have ever heard of FHU, much of my job will be calling churches and schools and random kids whose personal information we bought from CollegeBoard or ACT and explaining that I’m not a stalker or telemarketer. Technically.
When I think about it, it’s a bit scary. My efforts and actions could control the course of dozens of kids’ lives for the next four years, which will in turn likely influence their career or choice of spouse or group of lifelong friends or spiritual direction or all of the above. That’s some pretty weighty stuff.
I’m excited, but I’m nervous. I want to be the best admissions counselor possible, but I’m also juggling a lot of other responsibilities and activities this year. I’ve got a lot of learning to go, but I’m looking forward to growing… and trying not to ruin a bunch of seventeen-year-olds’ lives in the process.
