Before I became an archivist, I worked with college students at The Cooper Union. When I heard about the college closures—which happened pretty early here in New York City, well before the public school closures—I saw their faces in my mind and felt kind of sick. The kids I knew are wonderful geniuses and genuinely good people, and a combination pandemic-recession–complete collapse of normalcy is an insane thing to happen while you’re in school, so young, just figuring out the world and your place in it.
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