Don’t be afraid to ask for help. This has probably been the most repeated piece of advice I have received with reference to internships and starting my career. Over and over again, I hear that I am not supposed to know how to do everything and that I am expected to ask questions. But one thing I learned about myself this summer, was that I tend to not like to ask for help. I prefer to try by myself multiple times so that I can ask specific questions. I like to figure things out on my own and tend to think I learn more doing it this way. I am very independent and often equate asking for help as being a sign of weakness. This past week, however, I learned that there are times when due to either physical or mental limitations, asking for help is not only ok, but the smart thing to do. There are times when not asking for help can actually prove to make you weaker than if you had admitted the need for assistance.
The first situation that forced this realization happened last week when I hurt my back. Historically, I have not been very injury prone, and am not used to having to sit out of physical activity. When sitting up became an issue for me, I realized that I was not going to be able to heal without asking for help. And I needed a lot of help. I needed friends to drive me to the doctor in the middle of the night, professors that would understand that I would have to reschedule tests, peers that would post-pone meetings for me, and classmates to take notes for me. To me, just asking all of these people to help was a lot of work. It was a stressful situation to know that someone else was being inconvenienced because of me. But I quickly realized that without their help, my back would not get better and I would need more help for an extended period of time. This is when I started to realize that sometimes trying to do things on my own was not smart.
Another time I needed help last week was with a school project. It involved using Excel to value a stock, something that still intimidates me more than it should (probably because I didn’t ask for help in the beginning). I didn’t even know where to start. So I didn’t, for a long time. In fact, I waited until two days before it was due to start working on it. This just happened to be the same time that my back was hurting and walking back and forth to campus was not sounding very enticing. It was at this point that I realized calling a friend was my only option. I needed guidance to even be able to start the project. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that you can’t do something, but in the end not asking for help can hurt you more in the long run.