My tenure at SunStar Davao was brief, yet its influence unfolded gradually in what I term a "late-burn effect"—an experience that didn't strike immediately but grew richer and more profound as I delved deeper into the work.
The Overwhelming Start
I recall my initial week, entering the office alongside fellow interns and feeling instantly daunted. Upon viewing the array of awards and recognitions in the conference room, a sudden, sharp realization dawned on me: "This agency is no ordinary entity." Previously, SunStar was merely a familiar name that appeared on my social media feeds. I often joked that media outlets were just professional gossips—until I immersed myself in the actual labor. Being a curious storyteller is a true gift, and recognizing my role within that framework made me feel precisely where I belonged.
The Social Media Illusion
Early on, I opted to manage social media duties, assuming it would be "chill" and perhaps less taxing than the reputed exhaustion of media life. However, that naive perception evaporated by the end of the first week.
Embracing the Late-Burn
By the second week, the "late-burn" effect surged fully. Tasks accumulated, and I engaged in interviews with individuals who held genuine significance for the community. I discovered that in this industry, you aren't merely an intern; you are defined by your output. If you write, you exist; if you don't, you fade into obscurity. There's a unique magic—a palpable "butterfly in the stomach" sensation—that accompanies seeing your name printed beneath a story. I felt profoundly acknowledged by the editors, who managed to publish my work and attribute credit even when my drafts required substantial revisions. This validation fueled my hunger, prompting me to pursue stories, accompany co-interns to coverages, and strive relentlessly for another byline.
The Lesson of Independence
The most crucial takeaway, however, was independence. I observed interns at other agencies often being "babied" or closely supervised by their mentors. At SunStar, our guides allowed us to forge our own paths. They monitored us, certainly, but permitted us to stumble so we could learn to stand independently. I didn't envy the "guided" interns; instead, I felt a surge of pride. I was no longer just a student; I was evolving into a bona fide member of the press.
The Final Click
In my concluding week, while covering the sports beat, everything aligned seamlessly. Doubts about communicating with strangers vanished, and I awoke each day eager for the next press conference or public hearing. I fell in love with the adrenaline rush, and it weighs heavily on my heart to depart from it.
Gratitude and Growth
To the team—Ma'am Cristina, Ma'am Marianne, Ma'am Gillianne, Sir Ralph, Sir Ezra, and the entire staff—thank you for not only assigning tasks but also providing the space to flourish. You didn't just instruct me on writing; you taught me how to be self-reliant. This is a gift I will cherish throughout my life.
I exit SunStar with a heart full of gratitude and a clear sense of direction, carrying the Sun and Star with me as I continue to chase my journalism dreams. I now approach every assignment with curiosity and courage, prepared to carve my unique path in the media landscape.
