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

Natalie. I almost let it go to voicemail, but I answered.

“It’s me,” she said. Her voice wasn’t sharp anymore. It was lower, slightly shaky. “How have you been?”

“I’m okay.”

The silence stretched.

“I’m not calling to beg. I just wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve done. And I’m sorry—not some generic apology, a real one. I’m sorry I didn’t see continue reading …