Yeah, I know what you mean! Offer me free money and I will TAKE IT.
I try my best to be a good person, but it's not always that easy. After scholarship rejection number 102 rolled in, a friend emailed me to share the good news that he'd gotten yet another scholarship offer on the basis that he was native american. Hot on the heels of that was a guy I know who has NEVER held a job and whose parents pay for his school gleefully informing me that the state was giving him $1500 per term and that he planned to deck out his car with new speakers. Both cases, I smile and congratulate them, then head home to apply for more work and more scholarships that past precedent dictates I'm not getting. But hey, at least I'm still a good person, right?
As of today, I've been rejected for 108 scholarships. Waiting on eight. And no, my math isn't wrong there. I actually got rejected for a scholarship I didn't apply for once (preemptive rejection?), so if I get rejected for the eight I'm waiting for, I'll have a rejection count of 116 rejections/115 applications.
At this point, I think I should get a consolation prize of some sort, even if it's just a gift card to the grocery store. All that effort has to count for something, right?