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

it out.”

I liked her even more after that conversation. And I hoped, for her sake and maybe even for Marcus’s, that he would figure it out.

My parents were harder. They came to my apartment the following weekend, unannounced, looking tired and troubled.

“We need to talk about what happened,” my father said, settling heavily into my couch.

“Okay,” I said,continue reading …