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

wonder if I’d even received their message.

But I’d been waiting for this moment for eleven years. And I wasn’t going to face it unprepared.

I called my lawyer at seven AM, knowing Marcus would already be awake—he was the kind of attorney who treated sleep like a negotiable luxury.

“They made contact,” I said without preamble.

“The family?” Marcus’s voice continue reading …