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St. Patrick’s Day Scholarship, March

St. Patrick’s Day Scholarship Winners

2020 winner​

St Patrict's Day scholarship winner - 2020

Lauren Francis

High School Senior
Charlotte, NC

“Thank you so much for awarding me this scholarship and I hope you enjoyed my story!”

If your reading this then you are a part of a select group deemed worthy enough to learn the true history of the universe. Please, don’t take this lightly, and whatever you do, don’t tell anyone what you’ve learned. If this information landed in the wrong hands, the very universe could be at stake.

Long ago, before the dust settled on what we now call Earth, and the first humans walked its primordial lands, there was another dimension attached to Earth. Its name was Tuar Ceatha because of the iridescent rainbows that frequented its skies. The people of this enchanted land were born matching the color of their souls, and limbs long and elegant to match the magical environment.

One fateful day a baby was born with a translucent soul and short limbs. As the wee boy grew up, he found himself longing for brilliant color and tall elegance that his family and friends exuded. He decided to jump through the rainbow. Except, he never went through. Instead, he slid down the rainbow’s curved edge, picking up many colors along the way. The impact created when hitting the ground caused the magic covering him to rupture, creating a large golden explosion that could be seen all across the realm. The explosion caused the colors he picked up along the way to permanently stick to his being. Now, his eyes sparkled like blue sapphires, his clothes emerald green, and his hair a fiery red. From that day on he was named Leprechaun.

2019 winner​

Anna De La O April 2019 winner

Anna De La O

High School Senior
Miami, FL

“Thank you so much for this incredible honor!”

‘Twas the night before St. Patrick’s Day, when all through the house
Not a drunkard was stirring, not even Uncle Klaus;
The ale was tucked into the fridge with elation,
In hopes that St. Patrick would soon bring them intoxication;
The ginger children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While fear of tomorrow’s pinchings danced in their heads;
And mamma in her green ‘kerchief, and I in my green cap,
Had just settled into our Irish pride for a long pre-celebration nap,
When out on the clover-covered lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my leprechaun-print bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew as if aflame,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the creaky frame.
The moon peeked over the stormy clouds of the rain,
Gave a lustre of dew to the shamrocks they did stain,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear in the cold,
But a miniature man and eight tiny pots of gold,
He clutched at his possessions with a determination so greedy and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Patrick.

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