My name is Millie and I am an intern at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History's Conservation Department.
A museum conservator's job is to preserve, fix, and protect museum collections, including displays, specimens, archives and the building itself.
For me, I spent this semester on my hands and knees cleaning the dinosaur exhibits.
"So you get to clean the dinosaurs?"
No, that's not what I said. Me and another intern clean everything except the bones. We clean the floors, the glass, the leaves, the trees, and the walls. Yes, it's a long process. Yes, it's tedious. Yes, I love it.
Maybe it's only because I work twice a week and I'm best friends with the other intern, but my time at the museum has been nothing less than exciting. I feel incredibly lucky to spend time working within an elegant building with a rich and fascinating history, surrounded by interesting objects and passionate experts.
How did I end up in Conservation?
Growing up, I've always been curious and weird. I've always had special interests and could always be found outside. I had trouble containing myself in the classroom, and was labeled the chatty kid in my classes. But, because I did well enough, my impending ADHD diagnosis flew under the radar.
High school was where I saw some of my troubles start. I had trouble sitting in the hour-and-a-half long block periods, I would work at home because I was too distracted to do it in class, I fell behind in group projects, and I had my seat switched... a lot.
I applied and enrolled to the University of Pittsburgh with high hopes of going to medical school to become a medical examiner (the ones who look at dead people). I faced my weed-out courses head on as a first-year microbiology major, but soon COVID hit, and we went home.
During my all-virtual sophomore year, I realized I did not want to go into STEM. I liked learning about science, but not to the level of detail taught in many STEM courses. I think organic chemistry and biochemistry are interesting, but I don't want to learn where a bromide ion would attach onto a polycarbon in an SN2 reaction. It just wasn't for me.
At the same time, I had joined my school newspaper and quickly climbed the ladder. I realized I was not only good at writing, but that I actually loved it, and I entered my junior year as an English Writing major.
Through my transition, I met Jeff, an English professor an advisor at Pitt who also held the same niche interests as me: honey bees, death, medical anatomy, botany, museum studies, and taxidermy. I took some classes with him and he mentioned the opportunity of working at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. I had no idea of what kind of work I'd be doing, but I immediately agreed. He set me up with my boss, Gretchen, and I joined the museum's Conservation Department a few weeks later.
Conservation is like writing: It's an avenue to explore my interests and curiosities.
Writing gives me the flexibility to write and learn about my wide vast of interests. I can write a research paper on COVID-19 related health disparities in urban/rural areas while also writing a news report on Joe Biden's speech in Pittsburgh, while also writing a personal piece about the complexity within a father/daughter relationship. Writing is the most centralized thing in my life.
Conservation gives me the flexibility to write and learn about my wide vast of interests. I can spend time dusting a geode from the hall of gems and minerals while also spending time looking at the ornithology's department's moldy files, and spending my afternoon cleaning leaves next to the Stegosaurus.
I hope this blog acts like a museum: a place where I can share and display my interests and experiences as I enter into the museum field.