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

Mud girl. Waste of potential. Embarrassment. Overreacting. Dramatic.

I’d told myself I kept it as documentation. Proof I wasn’t crazy.

Now it looked like a catalog of my own complicity.

I scrolled to the bottom row. The foreclosure proceeds had been accounted for. The scholarship established. Every cell was filled.

My cursor blinked in the empty space continue reading …