Official Day 4 in the Pit

So this morning as usual we compiled press clips and distributed them/emailed them out to the office. Since then I have been researching the birth places of various basketball players who played for the Knicks in the earlier half of the 20th century. Unfortunately, it's not as easy as it sounds. I've googled, wiki'd, and contacted athletic departments, but so far the closest I can get is 'hometown', as recorded in their respective universities' media guides. I even just called one of the hospitals in Bloomfield, NJ to see if that was where Herb Scherer was born, but as I anticipated, they do not 'verify' that information. I think THAT'S a little much. But hey, the best public relations interns go all the way. I'm pretty sure stalking the health records of a Knicks player that most superfans haven't even heard is a reflection of my wake forest-induced research hysteria. So work forest is good for something? Well, it's good for a lot of things. I was discussing the aforementioned lack of motivation that I have noticed in my roommates with Sallie, a fellow demon deacon chi omega, who agreed with me on the idea that being from wake has conditioned us to take things like internships and opportunities a little more seriously than the average citizen. I'll thank mother so dear for that because I would rather be obsessive and overbearing and overachieving than aloof, ignorant and disinterested. That's no way to live! Well I may have more later in the day, but as of right now, that's what my intern accomplishments for the day have been.