In those years, I worked as a cheap labor force.

By the time I graduated, I had entered an exciting period from the initial stage of internship. Wherever I go, from newspapers to social platforms, I feel very comfortable.

Let's start with the newspaper. My good friend introduced me to the past. The first sentence when the teacher met: "We generally don't accept internships here. You know, just because XX greeted me, there is no internship salary." I respectfully replied: "I understand, teacher, I will cherish the opportunity." The newspaper's schedule is as follows: Sunday to Thursday is a working day, and it goes to work at 1:00 every afternoon until the manuscript is finished in the evening, which may be midnight or early the next morning.

It was a hot summer day, and it was still 1 km from the subway station to the newspaper office. At that time, there were no bicycles. Go out at the hottest time every day, carry a backpack and a computer, and walk in the shade from time to time. Finish the manuscript, finish the work, and get home at seven or eight in the evening.

I don't feel tired at all and I don't want to go. Occasionally, the teacher will arrange to write a manuscript. What I am most looking forward to is the topic draft every Tuesday, not only when I can write it well, but also when I show myself. Gradually, after getting familiar with the teacher, she began to ask me to run some interviews, from the bookstore to the TV station, to help her get the travel expenses, pass the manuscript and so on. I am very grateful to the teacher for allowing me to interview, and I have the opportunity to contact more people and things and understand the operation law of the whole media information flow. Therefore, when the teacher kept explaining to me that these horses and chariots needed to be handed in, I didn't care too much, because I knew I got something extremely important-the opportunity to deal with different people.

After learning that my undergraduate major was related to photography, slowly, the teacher began to bring me his private work outside, maintaining the public platform, taking some photos and so on. I still feel very excited. After all, photography is one of my hobbies, and it is enough to be able to do what I like. However, those who have no long-term worries will have near worries. The polite teacher began to ask me more, such as punching in at work, washing the battery car and so on. The teacher taught me and I was willing to do it for her. The only thing that bothers me, even my family, is her tone. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it seems that after the sweet period of love, the husband begins to make demands.

After the two-month internship, I cordially greeted my teacher and thanked him for his help. We'll get together again later.

Just when I thought I had handled this internship well, the teacher found me again and needed my help to take photos of her own dessert shop. This time, I went anyway. First of all, I can't save face. Second, I really like taking pictures. After filming, the teacher asked me to take a cake, but I declined politely. Took pictures of others for a long time and told me that he was just helping and never took other people's things. It's nearly midnight after the painting is repaired. The teacher came to urge the map. After sending it, he said to me, "Please add a logo to me and try it everywhere."

Maybe it is fatigue, maybe it is the bottom line. I replied indifferently: "You can add it in the right place." The next day, the teacher came to take a group photo with me as scheduled. I replied with a caring expression: "I'm sorry, teacher, school is about to start." I may not have time to see you recently! "

After a period of time today, the teacher will still find some work for me to retouch pictures. I will still take over if I can, but when I need to refuse, I will not hesitate to say politely.