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

that had always rung hollow, and out to the parking lot where my ten-year-old Honda sat among the newer luxury vehicles that seemed to be standard issue for people who made actual money here.

“Good luck,” the supervisor said, and I could tell he meant it, which somehow made it worse.

I placed the box in my trunk, slid into the driver’s seat, and sat continue reading …