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

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She didn’t ask how I’d been. Didn’t ask about my life, my job, whether I was happy or healthy or okay. Didn’t apologize for disappearing. Didn’t acknowledge that eighteen years had passed since she’d walked out of my life without looking back.

Instead, she looked at Marvin at the head of the table, then back at me, then at those windows with continue reading …