I am American Indian, I grew up in poverty, and I am from the South. I often joke that I received a scholarship to U of M because of my heritage. I do not believe that I would have been admitted based on academia, talent, experience, or personality; I am here because it looks good on paper to give a poor little Choctaw kid access to higher education. Talk about insult to injury.
THE reason I have a scholarship.
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