right when i thought my life was coming up roses...
so i JUST recieved all the copies of the many birth certificates I need for my Ancestry visa and i got hit with a big ol' bag of immigration bricks.
apparently, in order to switch from a student visa to an ancestry visa i need to be in CANADA. yes, that's right. I am currently living in the country, but apparently you need to leave the UK with your student visa and then return with your ancestry one. what a load of bullshit. Now thankfully i'm already coming home at the end of June for two weeks, so this wouldn't necessarily be a problem. However, bureaucracy being the way it is, it usually takes up to 3 months for them to process a visa application. The solution? I have to pay a company to take all my paperwork, submit it to the government in England, and then go back to Canada, visit the British High Commission in Ottawa and get my new visa. The price tag? 580 pounds...yup, about 1300 CDN.
This system just makes me furious, not to mention horribly horribly broke.
Speaking of crises, I went to see 28 weeks later with Sean on Sunday. The movie was pretty good, obviously very gory. I was intrigued because in October i was in Parliament Square and got herded into an alley way so that they could tape one of the scenes. No, I wasn't an extra, they just couldn't have people wandering around during the supposed apocalyse. The greatest part was, the film operator cut the movie off too soon. So we didn't see the end! Apparently it sets it up for the trilogy, 28 months later which happens in France. However, like typical English people, everyone complained to one another in the theatre, but no one bothered to tell management about it, being too polite and proper to create a stir.
things are crazy hectic lately between visas/jobs/houses/dissertation/essays/fieldwork, but somehow i'm still alive...if not teary every once in a while.
at least i'm not a zombie...well the flesh eating kind anyway.
apparently, in order to switch from a student visa to an ancestry visa i need to be in CANADA. yes, that's right. I am currently living in the country, but apparently you need to leave the UK with your student visa and then return with your ancestry one. what a load of bullshit. Now thankfully i'm already coming home at the end of June for two weeks, so this wouldn't necessarily be a problem. However, bureaucracy being the way it is, it usually takes up to 3 months for them to process a visa application. The solution? I have to pay a company to take all my paperwork, submit it to the government in England, and then go back to Canada, visit the British High Commission in Ottawa and get my new visa. The price tag? 580 pounds...yup, about 1300 CDN.
This system just makes me furious, not to mention horribly horribly broke.
Speaking of crises, I went to see 28 weeks later with Sean on Sunday. The movie was pretty good, obviously very gory. I was intrigued because in October i was in Parliament Square and got herded into an alley way so that they could tape one of the scenes. No, I wasn't an extra, they just couldn't have people wandering around during the supposed apocalyse. The greatest part was, the film operator cut the movie off too soon. So we didn't see the end! Apparently it sets it up for the trilogy, 28 months later which happens in France. However, like typical English people, everyone complained to one another in the theatre, but no one bothered to tell management about it, being too polite and proper to create a stir.
things are crazy hectic lately between visas/jobs/houses/dissertation/essays/fieldwork, but somehow i'm still alive...if not teary every once in a while.
at least i'm not a zombie...well the flesh eating kind anyway.