Do I have to burn my diploma? An open letter to the University of Virginia

Dear UVA,

I love you.

Half of my wardrobe is orange and blue. My car is covered in your stickers and my dog often sports a UVA collar.

I started undergrad at UVA at the age of 28. I was a high school drop out with a GED, no life experience outside of acting in movies, and a deep desire to learn. The day I graduated, in 2010 at the age of 32, was the proudest day of my life. You accepted me, you gave me a nurturing, safe place to spend four years.

At least, for me it was safe.

For many other women,...