The Perks of Capitol Living - National Archives

A week ago yesterday, our usual post-class group tour took us the National Archives, a very grand and intimidating-looking building that holds our nation's most sacred historical documents, including the Bill of Rights, Declaration of Independence, and perhaps most amazing, the Constitution. 

Our tour guide was very no-nonsense, very swift, and... very New Yawk. The accent and the attitude were unmistakable -- she meant business.

She bustled around frantically trying to show us as much as possible during our short amount of time there (don't dawdle, you don't have time!) and at the end, encouraged us (very strongly) to come back and see everything for ourselves. She explained that anyone can take advantage of the Archives' research center, containing a plethora of information available only on site, to find whatever bit of the past one may be looking for. So I took it as a challenge.

The very next day, I went back to the Archives and accompanying me was my just-as-enthusiastic boyfriend (no, really) who was visiting for the weekend. The process of becoming a citizen researcher was fast -- fifteen minutes after walking in, we were given our official researcher identification cards, complete with our obviously terrible mug shots. We were formally free to peruse. 

The volumes of history the Archives has for your own personal use is astounding. I was shocked at all of the information I had available at my fingertips. Old marriage certificates, my relatives' names before immigration changed them, the address of every house my dad has ever lived at as an adult (a bit unnerving) -- it's all stored in the Archives. However, my most incredible finds were long-ago records on my great-grandfather, who passed away before I was born. His name recorded on the passenger list of the boat he took from Italy to get to the US (it was 1903 and he was an unaccompanied 13-year-old), his World War I and World War II draft registrations, in his own handwriting, and even a photo of him sitting in a lawn chair, half-smiling on a sunny 4th of July in 1947. I had never seen a photo of him before this trip. It was extraordinary.

My great-grandfather on July 4th, 1947.

My great-grandfather's WWII draft registration filled out at the age of 52.

My boyfriend was able to request military records from their holding place in St. Louis, and inquire about replacing his late grandfather's lost Purple Heart earned during WWII. I was able to leave with copies of all my findings and send them along to the rest of my family. I strolled out, proudly wearing my researcher ID of course, extremely grateful that I'm a (temporary) resident of Washington, DC and have the opportunity to go back and discover even more history.

--Grace

Eastern Market

On Sunday, my roommates and I headed over to Eastern Market for brunch and grocery shopping. I was pleasantly surprised about the close proximity of the market to our apartment- buying groceries hasn't been the easiest thing to do in DC, so I hoped that the market would be a good alternative to Columbus's Kroglamourous Kroger. While I wouldn't rely on Eastern Market for everyday basic items, I was able to pick up a lot of produce and enjoy the feeling of Sunday morning grocery shopping with the locals.

One thing that I loved about the Eastern Market is the variety of goods available for purchase. I was way too tempted to purchase jewelry, artwork, scarves, and all sorts of handmade treats instead of my original grocery list. We did, however, get to splurge on a nice brunch from a cafe across the street. I would love to come back every weekend while it's still nice outside, even if only to pick up a few things and sample some produce from local vendors.

It was really refreshing to see how many people were out and enjoying the beautiful Sunday morning instead of the usual sleepy laziness of Sunday morning at Ohio State. While it is difficult to balance class, work, and LSAT studying with my new environment, I feel confident that getting into the groove of DC will definitely involve getting up early and taking advantage of all our neighborhood has to offer.

-Marissa Cooper

First Day as a Foreign Policy Intern

A couple of weeks ago marked my first day as a Foreign Policy Intern at the German Marshall Fund of the United States. The day started off with a commute that was surprisingly smooth, until I realised my walking directions were inaccurate. As the sole person in the DMV without a smartphone, I reverted to the training I received from my retired military officer parents and managed to find my way to the German Marshall Fund by using the position of the sun and the angle the sunlight hit the buildings.

As an international organization strongly tied to Europe, I was warmly welcomed to the company by a diverse and cultured staff of GMF. After orientation, I was shown my work-space. Walking onto the third floor, I expected to hear "The Office" theme song music playing in the background. I must mention that I am so lucky to be working with such a friendly and energetic staff! The worst part of the day was the training I had to undergo in order to use GMF's database. However, it was cut short when one of my supervisors asked me to do her a favor.

In my mind, I knew this was the moment referenced by all interns: the inevitable and often habitual coffee run.   I was pleased that I felt I had a say in the matter; she genuinely asked me whether or not I minded running this errand. So, I pasted on a genuine smile and answered with a wholehearted "Absolutely!" So imagine my surprise, and imagine, if you can, my jaw dropping to the floor when my supervisor said, "Do you mind running this over to the British Embassy for me? It's too far to walk, so you'll have to take a cab, and you can go straight home afterwards." Did I mind? Did I mind!? Of course not!! My heart did palpitations, I was so excited to run this Very Important Errand to the British Embassy!!

This internship rocks.

#WAIPAU2012

-Jade Adair

All American Weekend

There is no doubt that living in Washington D.C. you have an overwhelming sense of patriotism with all of the American flags and national monuments. When I was sitting in the National’s Baseball Stadium Friday night watching the game while listening to country music and drinking a Miller Lite with the Washington monument in the background I couldn’t have felt more American. Growing up in Cincinnati I was always a fan of the Big Red Machine, and I’ve missed having a major league baseball team to go to while in Columbus. Sitting in a baseball stadium on a Friday night was the perfect way to spend a girl’s night out. Friday night’s feeling carried over to Saturday when we all went to Rhino Bar and Pumphouse in Georgetown for the OSU football game. Surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of OSU fans and watching football I couldn’t help but feel a sense of school pride oozing out of me. We ended up meeting people from all over the country who were buckeye fans. It’s nice to know that even when we’re over 400 miles away we can still be connected to the scarlet and grey. I knew that coming to Washington I would experience a surge of American pride, but I did not expect to be so connected with my buckeyes. It’s nice to know that there are places all over the city where I can feel connected to so many people no matter where they are from. 

My Internship Experience at Delphos International

This Fall semester, I was lucky enough to get an internship at Delphos International. Delphos is a firm that delivers specialized financial services to support clients' international business goals by tapping into various resources. Because of their vast resources, the firm develops various projects that require large funds. The firm has worked with many projects in developing countries. Knowing the gravity of each projects and the firm's responsibilities, I was very nervous (and still am) to work for Delphos International.

My ultimate goal of the job is to assist all the staff with their work. So my job ranges from doing simple scanning tasks to researching economic backgrounds. I was surprised by how difficult the "simple" administrative tasks are. Even answering a phone call, I had to follow certain etiquette and practice certain techniques  And whenever the CEO of the company would call, my mind would go completely blank out of fear. Researches, on the other hand, require me to go through very dense and boring reports. Sometimes if there is no report on certain topics, I have to do hours and hours of google search. This week, I have done many data organizing. I had to go through hundreds of legal documents to see if we are missing some.

Even though every tasks are daunting, it helps tremendously that I have many friendly mentors in the office who are willing to help me anytime. My supervisor, Andre Brown, who is an OSU alum, knows what I am going through, so he patiently teaches me about each projects and even teach me about basics of Finances. Every staff considers me as not just an intern but as as a colleague, and it means a lot to me.

I am very excited to work at Delphos, and I plan to do my best. I am very grateful for the opportunity, and I certainly recommend the internship at Delphos to future WAIP students