it really happened :)
i DO have something to say! i WILL make a difference! "Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained." Marie Curie.
i am in canada. finally. it really happened. things are going relatively well even if it's going to take a while before i'm used to living here. everything is different and i miss my quiet little cornfield and my easy life. my appartment is a mess and i have thousands and thousands of dollars of credit card debts to repay for the next 10 years. but i'll be ok, i think.
got an upgraded credit card with DR written in front of my name. funny...
i'm not doing anything productive regarding my book. nada. but i'm leaving the country in a week!!! for good! i can't believe it yet.
haha, got TESOL Quarterly's latest issue today and there's my book review in it :D ok it's only a book review, but now i can say that i've been published in TQ!
i'm packing, packing, packing. not fun, and i'm bruised, scratched, and exhausted!
working on the few revisions i needed to make to my dissertation, printing the final stuff, and today, i'll go have it binded. working also on the report i need to send to each of the participating school director, and on the article i want to send to TQ. and then i'm packing too, of course.
my other blog doesn't work :(
got the phd, got the canadian approval, might be able to get the full permit at the port of entry TOMORROW!
my visa request was never filed. we don't know (or won't tell) who made a mistakes somewhere. so it was (re)filed on thursday afternoon (again), with a "priority" label on it, except that the person who's supposed to take care of it is on vacation for a few days. so it's like "priority after i come back from my vacation." or maybe "the person who is on vacation for a few more days will take care of it... because the rest of the people working here will be on vacation all summer."
i don't see how this work permit thing is going to work. even if i get the first approval now, i still need to wait 6 weeks at least for the second approval, which takes us right to the very end of july. and i just realized something absolutely horrible today: i might (must???) need to send my PASSPORT together with my application, which means that i won't be able to leave the US until i actually HAVE the permit, which means that i won't be able to go to canada in a week to find an apartment :( which means that i won't be able to find an apartment until my job actually starts. what am i going to do with my stuff??? how am i going to move my stuff??? am i going to arrive there on the first day of work with all my stuff in a truck and no place to put it??? i am shaking, and i don't think i'll be able to sleep for a long time!
i'm working on some revisions and articles. the defense is in a week. today's the first time i feel some anxiety, a little bit of panic. not much, but it's here. i think it might be more because of the still-missing work permit than because of the dissertation defense, and also because i've started packing and i'm trying to find an apartment there already, and it scares me a little to be going to such a huge city. but anyway, i hope it won't last because it's not fun.
printed and binded 5 copies today: $122.91. and that's nothing compared to the final copies with special paper and special purdue binding.
and still 2 chapters to revise.
the blogosphere is dead, france is on non-stop vacation in may and it's memorial day in the us next monday. very discouraging to feel so isolated again. i need to turn in my final draft all nice and binded on tuesday (can't do anything on monday because of memorial day, dammit)... and it's going to be a close call. i'm revising chapter 7 right now (the longest and most boring) and margie still hasn't returned my chapter 8! my fingers are seriously feeling like they're going to fall off very soon and my arms and back are killing me. plus it's super super hot and humid, now, yuck.