New York Portfolio Review – Part 1
The fire alarm chirped voraciously, like a cricket in a bad mood. Immediately, every eye in the room was focused on me, the idiot that opened the fire door.
I saw them staring.
Rather than hide, which was my natural instinct, I raised my hand and waved it around. “It was me,” I said. “I did it. I’m the idiot.” That done, people went back about their business. As I’d made fun of myself, it made no sense for them to bother.
I stood in the middle of the lobby in the CUNY Graduate School of Journalism, awaiting the beginning of the …read more
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