New York City at Night

We wanted to share a few photos from our double-decker bus tour on Sunday night. What an amazing way to see the city before everyone's internships started on Monday morning!

starting up summer 2009

Welcome to the Career Explorations NYC blog for summer 2009! As students begin their internships today, Group Advisors Amy and Sarah are kicking off the blog with a bullet-point entry of all the exciting events of the first weekend in New York City.

Friday, June 26:
-Arrival day, welcoming students and families by car, train, and plane from all over the world!
-Suite dinners at the Juilliard dining hall
-Dessert at Ellen's Stardust Diner, with an amazing singing waitstaff

Saturday, June 27:

-Scavenger hunt around NYC, hitting Manhattan hotspots ranging from Grand Central to Times Square to Chinatown
-Group dinner at Italian restaurant Etcetera Etc. in midtown

Sunday, June 28:

-Delicious NY bagel breakfast in the suite
-Internship site visits all over New York City
-"Great at the Job" workshop with Jodi Glickman
-Double-decker bus tour of New York City at night

As you can tell, we are in for an exciting summer! Keep up with our blog over the course of the summer for more detailed updates, including internship profiles, mentor interviews, pictures, event and restaurant reviews, and more! You can also follow us on Twitter: http://twitter.com/CENYC2009

Man Ball

Shawn Haupage’s Blog
Man Ball

The intensity rose as the game came to a tie; it was win by 2 points. The 2 teams glared down at each other from the opposite sides of the court, separated by a couch and a chair. Panting and dripping with sweat, they prepped themselves for the next volley. Adrien, the best French man-ball-player out there, smacked the ball with vigor to the other side. The ball landed on the other side and I dove toward it, making contact and sending it back towards the other team. Jake hit it forcefully, but without precision, and it brushed the ceiling which was an automatic point for our side. Game point! Adrien served the ball again for being on the losing team on the game point, which was otherwise known as sucker’s serve. He sent another one flying towards our way and this time I had to duck out of fear of losing an eye. But then came Dev to the rescue! He came behind me just in time and punched the ball back to the other side, creating havoc. Adrien and Jake both fumbled with the ball and it dropped to the floor, each bounce on the ground a loud thud to their ears. Dev and I’d won it! We ran around our side of the court doing something close to a dance. Adrien and Jake stomped up to us and demanded a rematch. And so Man Ball continued.
You have all now seen the greatness of a sport we call Man Ball. I didn’t create the actual sport itself, but I can take credit for coining the name of the game. Credit for the sport itself along with it’s intricate rules would have to go to Matt Senter, a good chef and an even better friend. Boredom is something we all come across in our lives, and here in suite 1114, Man Ball is the perfect activity to relieve us of such. However when the nights grow late, we normally hear a knock on our suite door, echoing loudly in our room. Knowing the cue, we open the door with our heads hung and look up into the face of Kima, our GA. She says it’s past quiet hours in a firm tone, and we hand her the once bright orange ball, now a dull graying color. We, being such respectful suitemates, know not to disturb the others at night, as well as not to disobey the laws of Kima. Man Ball may have come to a close that night, but the next day after work, we’d be right back on the court separated by a couch and chair.

Dev's Blog - July 14th and 15th

On Saturday July 14, I woke up about 920 which happened the same time I had to embark on a journey to College...tour. Harvard,the oldest college in America, was being stowed upon us as we ventured through the quiescence magnificent gates. We began by heading to the visitor centor for Q & A from students currently enrolled in the College. After half an hour of being in deep concentration, we finally began our walking tour. Not much information was noteworthy exceptfor the history of the John Harvard statue. The statue was 1) not actually John Harvard, and 2) the College started in 1636. With the end of the tour, we had to leave for the beach. After a monatonous 45 minute train ride to Rockport beach, we all awoke to see the beach in the distance. As we scurried through the side streets we finally arrived to the sandy dunes created by the Atlantic. Quickly we jumpeded in to find the water temperture to be slightly freezing. Some of the group decided to swim to the
dock off in the distance. Others tanned underneath the copious rays of sunshine. I tried to play 500 in the ocean but unfortunately waters cohesiveness led me to lose every game, completely ignoring the fact that I am horrid at frisbee all together. After a couple hours of R&R, we headed out to dinner in groups. I went to eat at Blacksmith's, which served a wide variety of seafood. My friends and I decided we had stumbled across one of the worst eating experiences in our life. Though
Jake and Matt both experienced a funnier dinner outing. Jake, being from Missouri had never had lobster before, so he ordered a live one for about $13. He and Matt quickly ran around town trying to find a resturant to cook the lobster. After several tries,he became frustrated and even tried selling his lobster to random bystanders. But luckily, they found an understanding resturantwhich cooked his lobster just to let him try it. After dinner, we started a game of football which we played till dusk. Sadly,we then took the train home and first thing I did when we arrived back at Emerson was hit the sack.





SUNDAYYYYYYY


Sundays are days that precede mondays defining them as dreadful and unanticipated. But this Sunday was one of a kind. After a well night's rest, we woke up around 10-1, ate brunch, and got ready to go to our own museums. I headed to the Museum of Sports in the Garden. Most of the group seemed unexcited to look at pictures of the past. But our impressions we're mistaken. When we got to the top of the garden, we walked through a doorway and we realized we were in club seating. This was the exact
place where the Celtics had won the NBA finals. Our adrenaline was rushing through our veins. We came across a question. Should we go down to the court? or just examine it and avoid trouble. Easy answer. As we strolled down to the bottom, we noticed that security was minimal. We got so excited we even played a fake pick-up game on the court. Then we saw an opening, which we figured was the opening to the locker room. We ran towards it. We found something incredible. The hoop which was in the finals. Kobe Bryant dunked on this rim. We basked in the glory of this rim. Then we went on with our exploration for the locker room. After some twists and turns, we arrived at a door with the Bruins logo on it. Unfornately, it was locked. But then on our right, there was an open door.
The visiting team locker room. We all ran through the room jubilantly, screaming, kissing the benches. We walked on, and found the Celtics locker room. That was also locked. But like the first time, we found the visiting team locker room. This was the same room where the lakers were weeping after losing the championship. After a while of chilling in the rooms, we went back to the top and walked into the sportcaster seats. Suprisingly, the beverages were left inside of the machines. Soon after, we left back to Emerson. Me and some friends then played an intense game of basketball, which my team lost composure near the end. Following dinner at Emerson, we left to go to the Skywalk at the Prudential building. 50 floors above ground level, we stood examining the vast city of Boston and the history that came to create it. After a while, we left to head home. On the train ride, we met an interesting fellow. He advised us to "put the chicken in a strong hold". So with that information, I decided to get Cold Stone. After a delicious dessert, I came back to Emerson and slept away my weariness.

Ian

I was interested in this program for two reasons: one, to gain some valuable hospital experience, and two, to meet some awesome kids and have an awesome time. I think it pretty much goes without saying that the Career Explorations program, because of its dedicated staff, has lived up to my expectations. As a volunteer at Boston Medical Center in the Otolaryngology department (ear, nose and throat) I have racked up eleven surgical observations, learned a countless amount of medical terms, and gained priceless experience in the medical field. One six-hour surgery (which we didn’t even end up seeing all of) involved the use of the Da Vinci Surgical Robot, and my colleague Melissa and I were among the few to witness its use in the ENT field. What surprised me more however, was the social aspect of the program and the friends I have made among the staff and my roommates. My superb internship work has been coupled with the thrill of coming back to Emerson to “Talk Men” with the boys, rock out with the Ginger Thieves, or maybe even catch an episode of Friends. And even apart from the suite life, we get to partake in a wide variety of outside “GA options” from wiffelball in the Commons to performances like Shear Madness, or the Blue Man Group. So far I think Margo, Todd and the gang have nailed it with the CE program and I guess what I am trying to say is thanks so much for the experience so far!

Plank

Throughout the past month, I have been interning at Plank. My mentor, Doreen Hing, has taught me so much. Throughout my internship at Plank, I have learned so much about the field of fashion--more specifically, fashion merchandising. On the first day of work, I didn't know what to expect. But as I arrived, I was welcomed warmly and was also given my very own office in which I was to work in. From ten in the morning to five in the afternoon, the nonstop work truly payed off. I really enjoyed my internship at Plank, because I learned so much about the fashion industry. It gave me a whole new perspective about the industry, and was very inspirational. Because of this internship at Plank, I have more of an idea of what I want to go into, career-wise. This internship for sure encouraged me to pursue my career goals in the fashion industry. Even though Plank was mainly based on high-end accessories such as bags and yoga mat, which is not my ideal interest in the world of fashion, it didn't affect my learning during my internship at Plank. I mainly worked on product placement, promoting the products of Plank as the best in the marketing category. I also got a chance to take a peek into the PR industry when Plank was interviewing different PR companies. We [Plank] managed to land a really nice PR company called Succarra PR. Overall, my internship at Plank is definitely one to remember.

-Hanna

Shira

This summer I am interning in the Radiation Oncology department at Boston Medical Center. On a typical day I shadow an attending to see consults, patients currently being treated, and follow ups, and the attendings usually let me do at least one thing hands on in a day such as feeling a tumor. Later in the day we usually go to the Physics department where the radiation treatment is planned. Typical radiation is six to eight weeks and is always Monday through Friday. The treatment itself usually lasts for only about ten to twenty minutes each day. It is given over a long period of time so that the body can heal overnight, while the tumor cannot heal this quickly. Each patient’s treatment is designed after a CT scan is taken, and each treatment is unique to that patient. A physicist designs the beams for radiation to focus a large amount on the tumor, while making sure that other organs do not receive too much radiation. This is easier said than done. Radiation beams give off radiation while entering and exiting the body, so usually certain angles work better than others to avoid organs. A program calculates the dose that will be given to outlined areas, and the plan usually has to be reworked a few times to meet the restrictions given by the doctors. After the physicists have finished a plan, the doctor approves it, usually modifying it slightly.

Earlier this week I was able to see Radiosurgery given to the brain. Radiosurgery is the full dose of radiation, usually given over weeks, received in only one session. Since such a high dose is given at once, the setup must be even more precise than normally. To ensure the patient didn’t move, a neurosurgeon screwed a metal headpiece into her skull earlier than morning. The radiation therapists placed her on the couch (the table to lie down on during radiation) and had to keep altering it so it was within .2 mm of the designated coordinates. Since the head vibrates, the distance usually fluctuates between 0 mm and .2 mm. After she was positioned correctly, we went into the radiation control room where they gave the radiation for about a minute, then went back in to move the couch, then gave more radiation. This happened about five times. The radiosurgery itself did not take that long, but since the couch constantly had to be altered, it took about fourty-five minutes total.

--Shira Toister