I found
out the other week that I won a partial tuition scholarship from a foundation
that gives money to Polish-Americans...
I had applied back in January, and had even had to assemble a family
tree of my Polish side tracing all known ancestors back to Poland, and supply a
letter of attestation from a well-known member of my community vouching for the
truthfulness of my family tree.
I called
my parents right away, and my (Polish-American) mom answered.
“The
Poles came through!”, I was like, and I told her all about the scholarship.
“And you
know what?”, I was like, “Not only did the Hungarians not give me shit, but
they don’t even have a foundation.”
Then, I
asked where my (Hungarian-American) father was.
Right
away, my mom told me he was busy and was like, “Don’t even say that, he’s in a
bad mood today.”
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