The following is as true as I can remember. Two years of study at a college in my community. My grades standing on their toes struggled to reach “D”. As far as I could see a diploma was not to be. Without matriculation would I have validation? So I trained my body to do what I need, and hoped my mind would take the seed. Decades and continents, so many friends, so many faces. My learning was in the world from these people from these places. and oh, what I learned would not have come from the ivy-ed walls. Information gained from back allieys, back streets and hawker stalls. What semester would have trained me to see a fuller spectrum of light? that my worth is not from validation but birth right. Each day continues my education, for only I can issue my validation.
