Several relatively big things have happened since my last entry.  For one, my visa was approved and my visa-bearing passport has been returned to me.  It takes up a full page of my passport and has all the official stamps and notarizations of the British Consulate.  The picture is much better than the one on my passport.  The visa is valid through January of 2013, so I don't have to reapply at any point during my stay in Belfast.

The next big thing that happened was that I have accepted a housing agreement at QUB.  I now have a place to stay through January 24, 2010.  By then, I should know if I will be able to bring my dog, Zoe, over to stay with me.  Either way, I'll likely be looking for an apartment/family that wouldn't mind taking in a quiet, respectful, studious American 20-something.  If this sounds like an advertisement, it's because it is.

I had a problem with the first housing contract sent to me by QUB.  There was a miscommunication somewhere along the line (ahem), and I was offered a contract for 50 weeks. Given that I'm still not entirely sure if I'll be able to stay on at QUB after my grant period is up, I could not accept a contract of that length without fear I might have to break it. Luckily, I contacted the accommodation folks, who are still very kind no matter how many times I bother them by email, and they were able to adjust the contract.  I may not have a large room, but it is an en suite!  I decided I would spoil myself as a hurrah for getting the Fulbright.

I got the paperwork back from the vet from Zoe's titre test, as well.  These papers are part of the requirement for pet immigration to the UK.  Two things worried me when I got the forms: 1, the papers list my mother as the owner of my dog, which she has never been; 2, it has the destination as "Ireland".  I am more afraid that the last one is more of a problem than the first.  I can always say that she was my mother's dog and was given to me, but I'm hoping "Ireland" will work for the whole island and is not meant as a designation for the Republic of Ireland.  After all, I am going to Northern Ireland, but I think it should say "United Kingdom" instead.  I don't know who to talk to except my vet, and she's the one that filled out the papers.

We were matched with our Fulbright Twins this week.  The Fulbright Twins Program is something I didn't even know we were doing; they match each of us will someone going in the opposite direction.  I don't know what they do about the fact that there are far more of the UK-US folks than the US-UK ones.  My Twin is a woman named Mary who is from Belfast.  She is heading for UC Berkeley . . . which means she can probably offer me much more helpful information than I can her.  I've never been to Berkeley before, and California is so different than Georgia that I can't imagine what kind of advice I could give her that any other American couldn't.  She also seems way more accomplished than I am working my way to my goals, and the Fulbright is a major step in the process, whereas it appears it is just another in her litany of personal achievements.

I also received an email from my Fulbright mentor this week. I'm not sure of the circumstances that brought him to be my mentor, but he seems genuinely eager to help me.  He is a businessman in Belfast and wants to meet with me soon after my arrival.  It's going to be nice to have a friendly contact in town.

Meanwhile, I have been spending all my time (well, it feels like it) at the middle school.  On Tuesday of this week, I was there for almost 14 hours; we had open house, and there wasn't enough time to go home before it.  It's amazing how little time is actually spent teaching and learning in the 8th grade.  On Wednesday, there is literally no class time: I take them to the media center and to the computer lab.  It takes up the whole class period, and I just repeat the same thing three more times.  I don't understand middle schoolers, and I kind of hope I never do.  Two weeks down, one to go.

I have yet to really think about packing.  I need to find out a few things, like if the DVD zoning is different there and what I need to do about electrical adaptors.  When I was in Germany, I had some issues with the adaptors; namely, one somehow failed me and destroyed something I had plugged into it.  Last year, when packing for Ireland, I grabbed the wrong adaptor set and had to borrow one any time I wanted to plug in anything.  Any advice on these subjects, or any other little thing I might not consider on my own, would be greatly appreciated.