I remember taking a farher when applying to mesivta for the 9th grade, that after the farher with the menahel which, I think went rather well, my father and I were told, “I’m sorry, we have no more beds in the dormitory”. It was their way of saying we dont want your kind around here. After asking around (it helped that I had 3 first cousins in the mesivta and 3 uncles in the parent body) we found out that they felt we were not their type because my father was wearing a straw hat.
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