Wednesday, May 30, 2012

An abundance of e-mails

What? One day later and I'm already back?

That's because last night I got two e-mails. Two! We're on a roll!

The first was about my Nottingham I.D. card. They sent an URGENT email URGENTLY asking me to send in  a photo for my I.D. So even though they still haven't officially accepted me, I took this one and sent it on in.
Quite possibly the best I.D. photo I've ever taken. 

I know it's a very small thing, but it means I'm one step closer to going abroad. And every step counts.

Plus, I.D.s are the pinnacle of officiality. You're asked for your I.D. for everything from getting into clubs to being allowed to drive to *cough* *cough* travelling abroad. In movies FBI agents flash their I.D.s to prove they're, well, FBI agents.

My Nottingham I.D., along with allowing me to check out books from the library, is going to officially identify me as a Nottingham student, and that is beyond exciting.

The second e-mail came from one of the girls going to Nottingham with me. For the sake of this blog, I'll just call her C. C sent me a slightly frantic e-mail about visas. The visa application looks like it might rival concurrent enrollment in complexity. No, nothing can rival concurrent enrollment, but the visa application looks a little confusing nonetheless.

That, however, has to wait until next month, because if you apply for a visa more than three months before you're departure, it won't process.

I'll be back with more news as soon as I get any.

Regards,
Julia

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Books and Inspiration

I'm currently at the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama, reading a book a day and getting enough sun to last me three years in England. And today, I'm rereading 13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson. Not counting Harry Potter (because that just wouldn't be fair), it's my favorite book. It's one of those books that just has snuggled so far into my imagination that it's become a part of my subconscious. I figure if I'm creating a full account of my time studying in England, I should tell you all about this book. Besides, I'm on vacation, at perfect ease, and in a blogging mood.

I love Maureen Johnson. I love her in the I-once-went-to-two-of-her-book-signings-in-one-day kind of way. I love her in the I-made-a-twitter-account-just-so-I-could-follow-her kind of way. I love her in the I-have-a-shrine-to-her-in-the-back-of-my-closet (but not really) kind of way. I can't remember which of her books I read first, because I'd read and reread three of them before I realized they were by the same person, but 13 Little Blue Envelopes was one of my early favorites.

The book is about Ginny Blackstone, who is sent on a crazy trip to Europe by her recently deceased aunt via (what else?) 13 Little Blue Envelopes. Each envelope contains a letter with an instruction--a task. The next envelope cannot be completed until each task is finished.Ginny finds herself in a half-dozen countries having strange and marvelous adventures, few of which she's certain won't kill her. Along the way, Ginny finds out where the Queen buys her panties, meets a gorgeous kilt-wearing English boy, spends the night on a park bench in Paris, and discovers she's not as boring as she originally thought.

The story is one of love and family, adventure and self-discovery, and travel. The book had everything I loved in it and I identified greatly with Ginny. She was awkward and nervous and up for it all anyway. Each time I reread it I discover more and more little things that feel more at home in the shadowy corners of my soul than stamped onto a piece of paper.

The pages of my copy are yellowed and bent. The front cover curls. The spine is ragged and its words unreadable. I've read the book too many times to count. At its heart? A recommendation. Julia, it calls with the rustle of a turning page, go to Europe! Look at this world waiting for you too discover! Julia! Have you heard about this? The streets of Rome are just there waiting to be walked on. Won't you walk on them? With Ginny there, it entered my imagination and felt, for the first time ever, attainable.

This book wasn't about a rich  from New York with a genius I.Q.  whose school hooked her up with a program to travel to Europe (a book I read) or a rich, fashionable girl from L.A. who won tons of journalism competitions in high school and won an internship at a top magazine in London (also a book I read). This book was about an ordinary girl. An ordinary girl on an extraordinary adventure. And not because her aunt told her to go out and do amazing things. She did, but that's not the point. Ginny had the adventure because she went out and took chances, no matter how crazy or scary or pointless they seemed. Now, I've decided to go off and take my own chances.

I'm not saying this book is the only reason I decided to study in England next year nor am I saying it's a major one. It is, however, at some level, a level so deep in my subconscious that I can't actually gauge how influential of one it is, a reason.

Plus, it's a great book. A really great book with one of the best sequels I've ever read. Excluding, of course, Harry Potter.

Regards,
Julia

Friday, May 25, 2012

The Evils of Concurrent Enrollment

School's out. The next time I take an exam or write an essay, I'll be in England. It still feels unreal.

So I know I'm about two months late in my posting, but things got complicated. How complicated? You ask. Actually, not that complicated. I, however, am an extraordinarily pessimistic person. I'm not going to be convinced I'm actually going until I'm half way across the Atlantic. Even then, I'll probably be thinking that there's still a chance that the plane will crash or I'll get to the school and they'll have lost all of my paperwork or my VISA will be voided or the zombie apocalypse will occur and all immigrants will be deported (that's always what happens in apocalypse movies, right?).

So in March we had our meeting, but I didn't write about it because it was about concurrent enrollment. Concurrent enrollment, y'all, is a mighty fierce bitch. In order for all of my credits to transfer and for me to keep my scholarships, I have to get all of my courses to be approved by LSU.

The steps:

1. Choose your courses.
It seems easy enough, but my school has limited courses available for JYA (Junior Year Abroad) English majors and I have to find courses that fit into my requirements at LSU.

2. Get a PACE form.
Programs Abroad Course Evaluation. This is the form that will be filled out in all subsequent steps. On it, you declare what courses you've chosen, the equivalent courses at your home school, the amount of hours you'll be taking at your host school, how those hours will transfer to your home school, and whether or not you'll be taking your courses pass/fail (I have an A average at the moment and the course structure in England is totally different, so yes, please). The following steps note the process of filling it out.

2. Get a study abroad counselor to approve and find equivalencies for said courses.
I had never, ever spoken to an English department counselor, so I had to first set up a dialogue with him, explain my goals and what I was doing and blah blah blah and then set up a meeting to work on the equivalencies. These meetings were an hour and a half of scanning the course descriptions at LSU and trying to match the course descriptions for Nottingham. The types of courses offered are dramatically different, though. If I tried to take two Viking mythology courses at Nottingham, that would be a problem because, while Nottingham offered six distinct  Viking mythology courses, LSU only offered one.
In my first meeting, I got a handful of courses approved, however, some weren't and these "some" were extremely important to the balanced schedule I created using a very small sample of course offerings. So after three hours of research and resetting my schedule, I set up another meeting with my counselor. After another couple of hours of scanning through the courses and setting up equivalences and a lot of me using the phrase "but they're close enough, aren't they?" We finally got my schedule approved for LSU and he signed my PACE form.

3. Get the Dean to approve said courses.
My friend going through the same thing had a simpler time doing this. She set up a meeting with her college's dean, they spent an hour looking through everything, and everything was approved. I emailed the dean of the College of Humanities and Social Sciences a few days after I'd finished getting my courses approved by my counselor. Then I waited. And waited. And never got a reply. A few weeks later, I went to the dean's office and they told me that the dean does not approve the PACE form. I have to bring it to the HSS Student Services office and they send it to someone else to be approved. Two weeks later, they had me come in and sign some paperwork. At the moment, they still have the form and once I go back to campus in a few weeks, I'll go back to the office and make sure it'll get to the next step (which I'm assuming they've done as I haven't heard from them since).

4. Send your PACE over to the Office of Admissions
Here, the admissions people formally decide how many hours you'll be given credit for and add everything to the system for future reference. Now, your PACE is complete unless...

PLOT TWIST
Oh no! You've gotten to your host university and the courses have changed! You can't take the courses on your PACE form! Now, you have to fill out another form, send it over to your counselor and apply for credit for your new courses, but more on this (if neccessary) later.

The PACE process made me nervous enough. BUT, during this time I was also told that I needed to officially apply to my host university. In early April, I was emailed the application and filled it out. It was your run of the mill, birthday, parents' names and contact numbers, address, passport number application. Plus, a list of your requested courses. I filled it out...  and then I waited. And waited. And waited. Each day, I got more and more nervous. What if they denied my application? What if they forgot about me? I started getting nervous about not renewing the lease to my apartment and having to tell everyone that, actually, I would be staying in Louisiana next year. Like I said, I'm pessimistic. I couldn't make any arrangements for the next year of my life, which was fast approaching, until they replied.

Finally, yesterday, I got an email. It'd been forwarded from my study abroad adviser from the one in England and it read:
I hope this email finds you well. I am pleased to be able to accept three students to study at Nottingham during the coming academic year. With regards to any student who has noted English modules as ever if you could please make them aware that courses are limited and we will be in touch that would be appreciated.

We will be in touch with all students directly with regards to Nottingham ID numbers, accommodation, arrival in Nottingham and various other pieces of information in the coming weeks. Offer letters will then follow the acceptance email.

Today, I woke up a little after noon.  I'd woken up for a couple of minutes at 8:30, then at 9, and 10, and 11:15. I'd had plans for the morning. I was going to go get some coffee and go on a stroll around my neighborhood for the first time in months. But I let my day wait, because, my worries subsided, I was dreaming of England.

I'll be back for another update "directly."

Regards,
Julia