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

at Daniel’s school in his name. Every year, it would help one student from a low-income family pursue their education, the way Daniel had always wanted to help others.

The rest I saved. Because that’s what I did. I survived. I planned. I made sure I’d be okay.

Six months after the funeral, I was still living in my apartment at 428 Wentworth Avenue, continue reading …