I’ve caught the science communication bug, and it is one illness that I’m content to live with. My 10 weeks writing for Science were nothing short of spectacular. On June 7th when I was brought to my cubicle, my first thought was, “wow, this is a lot of space for a lowly intern!” but by the end of the first week I realized that I was just as important a member of the team as everyone else. I had a slow start learning how to sift through hundreds of press releases and pitch stories for Science NOW. However, working alongside my co-intern motivated me to keep going. He was quick to learn how to do these things and it made him an excellent resource. Eventually, I found my stride, pitching at least 2 stories a week and getting most of them accepted. The first story I wrote described the effects of sunlight on the Chilean Wildberry. I worked tirelessly to complete it, deeming it a masterpiece at 4:36 am the morning it was due. That’s when I got my first reality check. My 48 carefully crafted sentences had been painted in red and laced with questions asking me to ‘be more specific’. It was an abrupt and shocking introduction to the real world of publication. Nevertheless, I paid close attention to the comments of my editors and learned to appreciate the time they took to improve the quality of my work. I came to Science simply to explore my interest in science journalism, and when I left, I knew it was what I would do for the rest of my life.