Sterling Scholars, he explained, could transfer to one of the fellowship’s partner universities for their final academic year. Many did, depending on academic goals and placement opportunities.
I opened the attachment he mentioned and started reading the list.
Then I saw it.
Ashford Heights University.
My sister’s school.
The same campus my parents had decided I was not worth.
“If you transfer,” Professor Cole continued, “you would enter their honors track. Sterling Scholars in that track are frequently selected to deliver the commencement address.”
I stared at the screen.
“You mean valedictorian consideration?”
“Yes.”
For a long moment I said nothing.
I thought of my father sitting in that chair four years earlier, sliding my future aside like it was a bad investment.
“I’m not doing this to prove anything,” I said quietly.
“I know,” Professor Cole said. “You’d be doing it because you earned it.”
After we hung up, I sat there for a long time.
Then I filled out the transfer paperwork.
I did not tell my parents. Not because I was trying to punish them. Because for once I wanted something in my life that belonged entirely to me.