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

them,” I said. “I’m doing this for the person I was eleven years ago. The one who deserved better.”

We parked in the circular driveway, right in front. Not in the back where visitors were supposed to park. Not hidden away. Directly in front of the main entrance, where anyone driving past could see us.

I wanted the neighbors to wonder. I wanted them to continue reading …