Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

gas stations with overpriced snacks, rest stops where families stretched and children ran in circles burning energy. I kept my cruise control steady, my travel mug filled with increasingly lukewarm coffee, my phone in the passenger seat so I wouldn’t miss any updates.

I called David twice during the drive, just to check in, to hear that they were “still continue reading …