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

frantically against the floor. Through the glass, I watched her grab Grant’s arm and pull him toward the elevators, leaving without another word.

When the elevator doors closed behind them, I sank back into my chair, suddenly exhausted.

Marvin cleared his throat gently. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “This is… a lot.”

“It is,” he agreed.continue reading …