The things I never knew...
My father leaves for Europe tomorrow morning. I feel kind of bad that I didn't get to say goodbye, but I also didn't know he was leaving until I was already back at school. He's off to England first (only so he can pick up British books and tea. I'm dead serious), then to Poland where he's going to make use of his Polish. I didn't know my father spoke Polish. But, apparently, he does. No wonder he was so keen on me taking it next quarter (which I'm not).
He also applied to get his P.H.D. sometime after I was born. This strikes me as really odd...I don't know why. It really shouldn't surprise me. I think it's more that he wasn't accepted to any of his schools. He applied to UW, Stanford, Washington Univeristy, Washington and Lee and, Univerisity of Michigan...I think. I guess at the time the schools were mostly accepting foreigners with 4.0...he had a 3.9 or something crazy.
Just imagine how werid it would be to call him Dr. Kicinski.
He also applied to get his P.H.D. sometime after I was born. This strikes me as really odd...I don't know why. It really shouldn't surprise me. I think it's more that he wasn't accepted to any of his schools. He applied to UW, Stanford, Washington Univeristy, Washington and Lee and, Univerisity of Michigan...I think. I guess at the time the schools were mostly accepting foreigners with 4.0...he had a 3.9 or something crazy.
Just imagine how werid it would be to call him Dr. Kicinski.