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

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He nodded, satisfied, and went back to poking worms.

That night, after he’d fallen asleep, I sat at my kitchen table with my laptop. On the screen was the spreadsheet I’d kept for thirty-two years—a meticulous record of every dollar I’d given my parents, every bill I’d covered, every “loan” I’d forgiven. Beside the numbers, I’d listed insults.continue reading …