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

hands on top of it.

“How long?” I asked.

My father’s eyes gleamed. He mistook my question for surrender. “Eighteen to twenty-four months. You plead guilty early, cooperate—maybe less.”

I thought of the lawyers people like my father hired when they needed to twist the knife just right. My throat felt tight. Not from tears—those had run out years ago—but continue reading …