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.

When I first thought about writing this post, this was how it was going to begin:

"Applying for my visa was so quick and easy, I thought, for sure, I must have done something wrong."

Little did I know.

The application itself was incredibly simple.  The hardest question to answer was how long my address has been my address.  This issue was mainly due to the fact that I have never resided in this house until this July, but it has served as my permanent address (my parents' residence) for several years.  Getting a straight answer out of my mother was fun ("I don't know.  Between two and eight years, I'd guess."); luckily, my father had a much better sense of time ("Four years and eight months -- is that close enough?").

I signed up for my biometrics appointment in Atlanta, had to change it once, and went through the process without issue. I got together what I thought was the necessary paperwork -- the visa application, the stamped and scanned biometrics appointment sheet, the sponsor letter from Fulbright, the passport-sized photograph, the visa letter from Queen's.  I read through the requirements over and over.

When confirmation that my visa application is being processed comes via email, I learn that it was a requirement to send my passport along with the application.  I did not realize, at the time, that the visa is actually attached to a page of the passport.  I was thinking they just needed to prove that I have a valid passport, and I presented it for examination several times during the biometrics appointment.  My passport number and issuing and expiry dates were on the application in many places.

To say that I was freaking out would be an understatement. Thankfully, I had a new good friend who was willing to listen and convince me everything would be fine and someone who allowed me to use a Skype account to call Ms. Elizabeth Hizer, the coordinator for the US side of the Fulbright.  She gave me the name of a contact at the Chicago British Consulate, and my passport was sent off by registered overnight delivery.  It arrived safely the next morning, and my fears were abated.

This is the point where my second post on the visa application was going to end.  You have no doubt noticed, it does not.

My passport arrived in Chicago on Thursday, August 16.  On Friday, August 17, I received a voicemail on my phone informing me that my passport and transcript acknowledging the awarding of my BA degree were needed for further processing of my application, and these things were needed in four days.  I'm hoping that my passport had just not made it into the proper hands at that point because I have nothing else to offer them on that front.  As far as my transcript, I cannot fathom why they would need this piece of paperwork, nor am I aware how I would know they needed it, in order to have sent it in the first place.  

I rushed to the post office Saturday morning and sent off my transcript by registered overnight delivery.  Given the four day requirement, I wasn't going to risk it arriving in five.  I have now spent $35 more than anticipated on the mailing of my visa application.  Regardless, I immediately felt relieved.

The sense of relief lasted until tonight (Sunday night).  In the voicemail I received, I was informed that I would be getting an email, which would basically repeat what was said in the voicemail.  I received that email tonight, and it was mostly what was promised.  However, it also included a code to be written on the outside of the envelope when I sent the additional requirements.  There is a little warning after the code that warns my application may be denied if the code is not present.  Considering I did not receive the email in time, I don't know how I could be expected to give them everything they wanted in the time required.  Hopefully, what I've done is sufficient.

I'm not feeling overly confident at the moment.

After I had informed the immediate family, aware that telling my parents and grandparents would mean the entire family would soon know, and the closest of my friends, I sat bouncing on the edge of my bed for about an hour.  Posting to Facebook ensured that the rest of the world would get the news shortly.

On the next morning, April 15 (Tax day, for all you non-Americans), I was awakened by a phone call from the president of GSU's assistant.  On the following day, the president was holding the first ever State of the University Address, and he wanted me to be part of it.  Despite inquiring, I was not told what I was expected to do, nor what to wear.  

Throughout the day, I received two requests for interviews. At this point in my life, having completed my BA and having my MA a mere matter of paperwork before it was also done, I was anticipating handling very different kinds of interviews. More specifically, I assumed I would be begging for others to interview me for possible jobs, rather than having others approach me with requests.

The State of the University Address went well, and my mother was able to drive up and attend.  They showed me on the big screens, I was addressed in the speech, and I spoke with and shook the hand of the president after the event concluded.  In addition, I learned that I was sharing the spotlight with two other Fulbrighters from GSU!  Three Fulbrights in one year -- not bad for a moderately identifiable urban university!

I found myself in a hurry to complete the paperwork necessary to accept the grant.  Namely, the required physical had to be a rush job.  I drove down to Columbus to visit my family's doctor, but had to be back in Atlanta to get signatures on my thesis paperwork.  The only real issue was the tuberculosis test; I wouldn't be back in Columbus for the test to be read by the time it required.  Instead, I had to find and visit the Gwinnett County Health Services Department and have the TB test injected with no intention of returning. I, then, drove back to Columbus and had it read by my doctor so that the rest of the paperwork could be completed.

Between interviews, Fulbright paperwork, and the paperwork needed to formally complete my MA degree, it was a long time before I knew which end was up!

In September, 2008, I began a US Fulbright Grant application to the United Kingdom.  The odds of getting a US-UK Fulbright are not good -- there were nearly 500 applicants last year for 12 grants --, but my mantra was, "You can't get it if you don't apply."  So I went for it.