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

Smaller. Less certain. “Can we talk?”

We met at a coffee shop, neutral ground. He looked tired, I thought. Uncertain in a way I’d never seen him before.

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” he began. “About what happened. About what you did.”

“What I did was leave a situation where I wasn’t being treated with respect,” I said calmly. “That’s all.”

“I know,” he continue reading …