I didn’t get into the summer fellowship at the U. S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. Again. At least this year, they sent me a letter to TELL me I didn’t get in, which is more than I got last year.
Wanna know how funny my husband is? When I forwarded the letter to him, he sent me a text in reply. It said, and I quote, “well, you got something back! Unlike last year. You’re moving up! Maybe next year, you’ll get a key chain!”
Maybe three times is a charm. I’m glad I saved my application documents!
