My Life At The Museum

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I can’t think of a nicer place to live than a museum.
Fifth grade English included a class reading of From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, a junior fiction about Claudia and Jamie Kincaid, pre-teen siblings who run away from their suburban Connecticut home to live in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The children tour the galleries, bathe in mosaic fountains, sleep in Louis XIII’s bed, and obsess over the marble sculptures of classical antiquity and the Italian Renaissance. The renowned museum becomes, in this story, the stomping ground of adventurous, dreaming children. I was ten when I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life like the Kincaids, traipsing around gallery after gallery, surrounded by history, culture, and fine art.
As a child, my schoolteacher mother filled my summers with the cultural institutions of Fair Park and the Dallas Arts District. Whether day-tripping to the Women’s Museum or the Nasher Sculpture Center, these Dallas institutions first exposed me to a career in the museum world. My first year at Southern Methodist University, I sought further exposure to this world, and completed an internship at the Crow Collection of Asian Art in the heart of the Arts District. There I served as the Education and Events Intern, working with gallery educators, event planners, and the marketing team to brainstorm, build curriculum for, organize, host, and publicize interactive programming for families, all the while incorporating the themes and
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