Summer with the New York Times
New York City is known around the globe as the city that never sleeps. Stores and restaurants are open late, New Yorkers run out and about into early mornings, and skyscrapers light up the city at all hours of the night.
I spent my nights in the dorms of Fordham University at 113 W 60th Street, smack dab in the middle of Manhattan. My roommate, Faye, and I chose writing over sleep night after night. Our whole lives we’d dreamt of writing in New York City, and here we were.
Sleep became unimportant, merely an accessory to bigger, more exciting things.
At the School of the New York Times, my “Cultural and Creative Writing” class met two times a day for two weeks. I found myself surrounded by students from 7 different countries, students with my same passions; I found myself surrounded by writers.
Most of my teachers were free lance writers, some even frequently published in the Paris Review and the New Yorker. My head teacher, James Yeh, was an editor of Vice Magazine who now runs his own publication. I met not just hugely influential writers, but people, such as Ben Wizner, Edward Snowden’s lawyer and Moira Donegan, the owner of the Media Men spreadsheet that started a scandal in the journalism industry. I visited the New York Times building and had the opportunity to speak to the writers.