{"id":644,"date":"2011-08-21T15:34:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-21T10:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/?p=644"},"modified":"2013-05-22T14:56:59","modified_gmt":"2013-05-22T09:26:59","slug":"summer-internship-story-daily-190811","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/summer-internship-story-daily-190811\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Internship with Ganga Ram Medical College – Palak Uppal from Daulat Ram College"},"content":{"rendered":"

Daily Winner for: –\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a019th<\/sup> August 2011<\/p>\n

Name of the intern: –\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>Palak Uppal<\/p>\n

Institute: –\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>Daulat Ram College<\/p>\n

Organization interned with: –\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>Ganga Ram College<\/p>\n

I used to travel 40 minutes in metro and 20 minutes walk to reach G.Ram Hospital. I interned under the clinical psychologist. On my first day I wore the proud jacket and entered the\u00a0 hospital premises. My first day as an intern was also my first day to travel alone in metro. Oh, how much I loved that hustle. I was mesmerized by the feeling of individuality. I, a shy, introvert & homely girl, was actually out, alone and making sense of routes despite my bad cognitive maps.<\/p>\n

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While entering the premises of hospital, everything amused me. The timeless waiting, the scared look, crowded people and their over-fat bags, everyone and everything inside a hospital has an identity of its own. My internship was simple: learn to observe people. In the beginning, I was happy with what I had. I, along with other interns, was strictly told not to make the clients (the word \u2018patient\u2019 is not good) or their parents aware that we are observing them. Every day for 2 hours I used to see parents struggle with their children over some \u2018missing desired behavior\u2019. They listened to what senior interns told them while brushing their hands on their son’s\/daughter’s head.<\/p>\n

When the child used to run from one place to another, squeaking with joy, it was hard for me to see a flawed deviant behavior. I used to fight with myself over this.\u00a0 But when symptoms presented themselves in a platter,I had to agree. It was a difficult time for the psychologist in me to grow. Yes, reading and learning from books is very easy. But actually implementing that in our life is a task in itself. I, unfortunately, had to leave before\u00a0 time . But I wish to go back again.<\/p>\n

It was a memorable time for me. The hours, even limited, spent there will always be there with me.<\/p>\n

Was this interesting? If yes,\u00a0please like the post on facebook (below) and help Palak become winner of the week<\/strong>\u00a0and win the prize (Rs. 1,000\/-) that she truly deserves!<\/p>\n

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