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

” I said.

When I told her, she was silent for a long moment. Then: “Holy shit. Emily. Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What are you going to do?”

I looked at the papers spread across my table, at Jonathan’s letter sitting on top like a benediction. “I don’t know yet,” I admitted. “I need to think.”

But over the next few weeks, as I met with Mr. Thornton and understood continue reading …