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

understanding why.

My hands settled, suddenly steady.

I wasn’t a daughter. I was a resource line on a spreadsheet. A Social Security number with a pulse.

They had watched me struggle and told themselves it was good for me. Built character.

All while draining me dry.

A laugh bubbled up, hysterical at the edges. I pressed my lips together.

Okay, I thought.continue reading …