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

I spent longer than usual getting ready. I pulled out a dress I’d bought two years ago for a friend’s wedding—simple, elegant, navy blue. I did my makeup carefully, styled my hair, put on the pearl earrings my grandmother had given me. When I looked in the mirror, I saw someone who belonged at that celebration, even if she’d gotten there by a different continue reading …