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Catch up

I am aware that I have neglecting this blog. I want to do something about it, but I also am ill and have very little in the way of both patience and writing skills at the moment. So, a bullet list will do.

A recap and update on events and thoughts since I have come to Belfast:
  • I have moved out of halls! Yay! If I feel particularly vindictive at some point, I'll write a whole post complaining about the QUB student housing situation. For now, I'll just let it go.
  • On the health side, I got shingles, a flu, hives (five times), laryngitis, and mono.
  • On the research front, I've actually found a novel that fits into my parameters where the protagonist is a writer who actively debates the use of females in his novels. Not only that, but I find it a fun and interesting read.
  • I really miss having a clothes dryer.
  • I went to Oxford and London for Thanksgiving. I was getting sick (feeling poorly but not knowing why), but I still had a great time.
  • The Christmas Market is open here in Belfast, and that's a lot of fun, day or night.
  • High heels and cobblestones should never come in contact with one another. No good can come of their union.
  • I'm trying out this food service called graze. They send out a box of fruits, nuts, berries, and sometimes crackery bits. My first box came yesterday and contained roasted pistachios; a cajun seed mix of pumpkins seeds, sunflower kernels, and linseed; a new world mix of banana chips, giant golden raisins, and macadamia nuts; and cashews. They're not huge portions, but the point is to 'graze' throughout the day on small, healthy things rather than take in larger, unbalanced meals. (If you want to try it, I have voucher codes for free boxes, and I get £1 off if you use it.)
  • Speaking of meals, I've also been keeping a food diary. It started because I thought the hives might be allergy-related, but I've been keeping it up since then. I find it quite useful.
  • I had a Halloween adventure! I dressed up as Betty Draper, carved a pumpkin, and walked around the city with new friends.
  • I have a ticket back to the States for Christmas. I'll only be there for six days, though, which seems like an awfully short time.
  • It turns out I don't dislike London all that much. I just didn't care for the London I had seen at orientation.
  • I wrote a short post before about Remembrance weekend. I spent that weekend out in Ballymena with Paul and his family. They were really great and accommodating and, as you can see from that entry, I learned a lot.
  • There was a fire in my apartment two weeks ago. It was small and did not require the fire brigade. I wound up with six small burns on my face, but everyone and everything is fine. I was quite fortunate, actually, as the fire was beside my computer, my external hard drive, my giant stack of books (no shelves), my phone, and my head.
  • Quorn is fascinating and delicious stuff. It's a mycoprotein-based meat substitute and they make some great stuff with it.
  • "It's being so cheerful as keeps me going!"

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Remembrance weekend

Things I learned over Remembrance weekend:

The British flag is allowed to touch the ground. As an American, this fact particularly shocked me. Watching a royal remembrance ceremony on Saturday evening, I noticed a British flag being slowly lowered. I may have actually gasped a little when it touched the floor and was allowed to continue. After inquiring, I learned that there are not many rules regarding the flag -- it seems there is no set way in which the flag must be folded (unless to be used in a formal ceremony); there are no regulations regarding the flag's height in comparison to other flags; and there is no concern over which side other flags may be allowed to fly or hang.

Red poppies are a sign of remembrance for fallen soldiers. I had learned this in the past week after curiosity prompted me to consult the all-wise internet on the matter. What I failed to understand at that juncture was that there is an added meaning to the wearing of the red poppies in Northern Ireland. Here, donning it will mean that you are typically Unionist and Protestant. In some more politicised areas -- Belfast included --, it would indicate that the wearer considers himself British rather than Irish.

This one may seem a bit ignorant, especially considering I'm a bit of a foodie, but I learned what chutney is. I subsequently learned that I have no interest in chutney. Other foods I learned about or became more knowledgeable of: mincemeat, "fruit", Christmas pudding and Christmas cake, and turkey ham. The last one on the list also may sound a bit suspect, but, as I have yet to see turkey bologna, turkey bacon, turkey sausage, ground turkey, or a turkey, I felt I was justified in my suspicion.

The Queen looks quite bored when people sing "God Save the Queen". It is particularly amusing when she looks irritated at her husband is singing along.

I like rugby. I'm sure this should come as no surprise to anyone who knows the sport and knows the types of sports I enjoy. Though I can't truly compare it to either, it was a good mix of the spirits of hockey and American football. It only took a few minutes of watching to get the basic rules down and only a few more to realise that I was quite pleased New Zealand was crushing Wales. Sorry, Wales.

The rest of the world thinks that American sports take far too long. If a Brit sits down to watch a 90-minute match, the entire thing, penalties, injuries, and halftime included, better not take more than two hours. It's a near atrocity that a 60-minute American football game would dare take four to five hours to complete. Baseball isn't even timed.

British Simon Cowell is a wuss compared to American Simon Cowell. American Simon Cowell loves telling contestants they should be forced to leave the competition (all American Idol knowledge courtesy Joel McHale and The Soup), but he has not the power to make it happen. British Simon Cowell can enforce these types of comments through judges' elimination but has, for two weeks now, refused to do so, allowing a more talented performer to go home.

Other X-Factor/American Idol differences that were apparent having viewed only one episode of each: X-Factor judges act as mentors for contestants and, thus, have a stake (and bias, when voting) in particular contestants' show life; groups are allowed to compete on the X-Factor; as I mentioned, judges vote on which of the bottom two audience-voted acts will go home; only in the event of a judges' draw would a contestant learn who received the least votes; and each acts gets spiffy introductions before preforming and often has props/backup dancers on stage. In all, the shows are far more dissimilar than I would have thought previously.

The DUP and TUV are purposely homonymically named. Of course, noting this fact led to my mind being flooded with recollections of aspirated vs. unaspirated (which I always thought should have been "nonaspirated") phonemes and Grimm's Law, and I just decided to stop while I was ahead.

Babies often get wee pains.

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Welcome to Belfast

After the initial confusion and running about, I told myself I would wait to post about arriving to Belfast until it felt like Belfast. By that, I mean, when the weather felt like Belfast weather. I arrived on 10 September, and it is now 30 September. It has just now rained. 20 days of unseasonably dry and rather warm weather; it has varied considerably between wool-coat-and-scarf weather and short-sleeved weather.

As I said, I arrived on the 10th, and everything has been rather crazy from then on out. My mother and Aunt Deb in tow, we checked into our hotel and set off to explore Belfast. Unfortunately, the hotel was nowhere near the QUB campus, so much of that exploring isn't worth anything for me now.

However, we did go see Giant's Causeway, the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge, Dunluce Castle, Carrickfergus Castle, the Bushmill's Distillery, the reservoir in the Mourne Mountains, and a bit of Dublin for the fun of it. I managed to get some good pictures of the fun.

I checked into my room at QUB on the 14th and actually moved into it on the 16th, when Mum and Deb left to go back to the States. It's small, and I don't really care for the people I've met who live in the hall. It'll do until December/January. At least I have my own bathroom.

I've also met my Fulbright mentor, who is absolutely fabulous. I have since learned that I was the only Fulbrighter who even knew we had mentors, let alone had spoken to and met mine. He took us out to dinner one night after a walk by the water. He also took us out to the Mourne Mountains, which is where some of those great pictures were taken.

I did the international orientation for QUB and officially enrolled in my program. Like I assumed, I am not taking any classes. I do have to participate in something called the Postgraduate Skills Training Programme, which has courses in honing skills such as networking, academic assertiveness, personal marketing, and even Powerpoint. There are also some interesting ones like "Doing it All: Academic Careers for Women (Being a Woman in a Male Environment)". We have to log 30 hours (10 of which have to be practical use) over the three year program. Not too bad at all.

I met two members of my cohort during international orientation. After returning from London (which gets its own entry, lest you think I've ignored my Fulbright orientation all together), we had a department meet and greet. I got to meet the rest of my cohort, as well as the staff/faculty, the MA cohort, and the research fellows.

My UK bank account is set up, and I have received all the information about it. However, I have come to the realization that there is no Citibank nor any of its affiliates here in Belfast, which makes actually banking rather difficult. I think I'm going to open another account with Ulster Bank since there is a branch just by campus. I don't know what to do with the Citibank account, though; I already told QUB they could take my tuition out of there. I might could get that changed, but I'll have to wait until I actually have another account and all the details before I could follow through with it.

I've ventured out in the town a bit, but not too much on my own. When I got back from London, I discovered that I have shingles. It makes me really tired, and so does the medicine I've been given. I'm trying not to let it get to me too much, but it is really depressing that I have to come down with something when I finally am here and settled.

On the upside, I'm pretty sure I'm buying a TV and the whole set-up for me to watch shows and movies and play my games. I also bought an adaptor for my Wii because the little blips in the video and audio were freaking me out a little. Besides the fact that I definitely need to tidy up the room a little (everyone gives me paperwork!), Belfast is starting to feel a bit like home.

Who am I kidding? That makes it exactly like home.

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Farewell, America

Today is my last full day on US soil.  I guess I should pack.

In all seriousness, I'm not packed.  I have a mental checklist. I have everything (I think) I need in order to make the transition easier.  I have been going over all my clothes in my head to see what I need and what can stay in a box until I return.  I just haven't pulled on the zipper that opens the suitcase.

Let's move on to things I have done.  I have completed the application to open my UK bank account.  I sent it over about a week ago, and I heard from the banking agent today, asking me to give her my phone number so she can ask a few questions.  I gave her my US number, but I don't know if she's going to call internationally or not.  I don't know what information she needs, nor do I figure I can answer her questions if they fall outside of the realm of my name at this point.

I finished my term as a middle school teacher.  While I was only with them for three weeks, my experience ran the gamut of possibilities.  Hearing and vision tests, book fairs, scheduled computer lab visits, and the simple concept of having to walk them to and from the restroom all strained my attempts to make a schedule and stick to it.  I learned a lot about the kids, and I even had to learn the protocol for punishment and reward.

I have now planned a meeting with my Fulbright mentor! We are meeting to have dinner this week, and I am very excited to talk to someone that knows the area well and can guide me in the right direction.

On Sunday, there was a surprise luncheon for me at my favorite Chinese restaurant.  The room was full of family and friends, and it was a lovely time.  I had already said goodbye to Melanie, Erik, and Isy the night before, so it was completely unexpected to see them at the restaurant.  Nova drove down to attend, and I wasn't sure that I would be able to see her before leaving.  As for my family, I had either said my goodbyes or had assumed I wouldn't have the chance. Seeing everyone there was a real shock, and I enjoyed spending time with them before leaving.

I also just received a lovely present in the mail from a friend! I got an email this morning from Cheryl, telling me that she had mailed my surprise on Saturday.  When I read the email, I was afraid it would take too long to get here, seeing as I have been having some trouble receiving things when promised.  Less than ten minutes after reading her email, our mail carrier knocked on the door.

I feel very fortunate that I have friends and family that are willing to go out of their way to make me feel special. Between the party, the presents, and simple things like phone calls and Facebook messages, I have been feeling very loved this week.  It makes it a bit harder to leave them all here, but I know they're all looking out for me and waiting to hear about my great adventure.

My next post will come to you from Belfast!

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have visa, will travel

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.

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