Today, I had the pleasure of starting an internship at SEPTA, the Southeastern Pennsylvania Transit Authority.  I was placed in a cubicle that had nothing in it except a notepad and a few pens.  So what’s an intern to do?

Make lists.

No, not lists relevant for the job at hand.  After all, it’s only Day 2.  No, make lists to challenge yourself.

First, I sat down to list the entire staff of The Temple News.  I proudly scored a 25 out of 25.

Next, I wrote down a list of the Owl Ambassadors.  I’m assuming there are also 25 of them.  If so, I’m 25 for 25.

Third, I decided to recall the entire active roster of the Philadelphia Phillies.  I did pretty well — the pitchers got me, as I forgot Condrey and Durbin.  And Jayson Werth also threw me off.  I forgot he was on the DL, and should have replaced him with both Bruntlett and Snelling.

Last - and both my proudest and most embarrassing - is a list of the on-air talent of CBS3.  And you know what?  I got every one.  I even added the two extra CW members on the list, as they occasionally report for their sister station.

Next time you’re stuck in a tall cubicle surrounded by push-pin material, make a list.  It’s the only thing that can keep you sane.

Originally from The Temple News.

It was hectic trying to get all of these interviews.  And our microphones weren’t exactly the best quality.  But hey…we work with what we have, right?

Waiting for the subway at the crowded Cecil B. Moore station, I attempted to mind my own business as the throng of people screamed around me.  But one person’s conversation stuck out to me:

I’ve been 21 since February, and I’ve only had two drinks!

She was proud of it - like it was a huge accomplishment.  Which, I’m sure, it was.  Her friend responded with an excited “Congratulations!”  I can’t say that I haven’t had two drinks since February…and my 21st is on Sunday…

This was Overheard in Philly.

When I’m out until past midnight, I typically enjoy taking the Night Owl SEPTA bus from Temple to my Center City apartment.  So, I was upset last night when the subway was still open when it was time for me to go home.

After an extended stop at Girard Station around 12:10 a.m., two Philadelphia Police officers escorted a man off the subway and took him into custody.

The smart bastard made a run for it, jumping into the subway ditch and running.  Many people in the subway cars watched and screamed - some cheering, some scared - when all of a sudden, we heard a gunshot too close for comfort.  The infamous, accented woman said “Doors Closing” as the subway immediately continued on its way.

We, the unassuming subway passengers, were left to assume the Philadelphia Police got their man.

Stupid criminals (possibly a redundant phrase) amaze me.  I thought for the rest of my subway ride just how insane this suspect had to be.  Where are you going to run in a subway?  Options are pretty slim - less than the chances of escaping.

We’re in Philadelphia - a city where cops are on edge and citizens should be wary.  You do something majorly wrong, odds are you’re going to get caught.

But maybe that’s just my naivety.  If only people thought so simplistically…