They Missed My PhD Graduation—So I Used The Empty Seats To Tell The Truth

the institution that had been simultaneously my crucible and my sanctuary for nine years. When I placed the cap on my head, securing it with bobby pins that bit into my scalp, the image of my kindergarten paper hat flashed unbidden across my mind. Full circle, except nothing felt complete.

By the time I left my apartment, my phone had lit up with messages continue reading …