Reminder

REMEMBER:
 
The news team doesn't hate you. Don't be paranoid and assume that very sigh, every pissed off bang on the keyboard is because of you - never forget how frustrating the news can get sometimes, too.
 
The news team will always be more serious than the radio team. There's a reason why you're called the NEWS team after all, and don't forget that you guys do still laugh, just over different things!
 
The radio team laughs over FUNNY topics, the news team laughs over funny topics you read in the NEWS. There's a difference.
 
Plus never forget that the PEOPLE in the news team are amazing. They are your colleagues, your bosses, your mentors, your friends.
 
Take tips and criticisms with humility, and don't be so hard on yourself. The news team is there to help you, not tear you down. They're just showing tough editor love, and anyway you know you'd be happier if they told you your mistakes NOW instead of waiting to tell you when it's too late to change.
 
Never forget: The news team is on YOUR side. You are THEIR intern and they aren't going to mistreat you. You belong to the NEWS TEAM and they will guide you and help you. It's okay if they seem curt and not so ha-ha, just remember that this is their way of showing you office love. It's tough love and they wouldn't treat you like this if they didn't think you could handle it.
 
The news team will NEVER baby you around. It's not their style and you should definitely take comfort from that. They'll help you and guide you, but never baby you around or talk down to you.
 
Remember all the times you joke around with the news team, remember how you laugh and don't feel so alone.

Remember this every time you feel like this internship could be getting too difficult for you, and always remember that no one will throw you anything they think you can't handle. 

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