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Ba da da dah!
Thought I should maybe make a post on here that tells you how it all began.
So since i started uni, i have wanted to go on exchange to another country. First off, i was going to go to Chile, but alas, it didnt work out. So i put it on the back burner for a while and concentrated on studies.
Then a couple of things happened too me.
First, i became obesessed with the final 2 episodes of Sex & The City, where Carrie is in Paris (and slips over in Dior).
Then, i started meeting a whole heap of amazing french people (emeline, lucie, julien, cyril) and having always been a big fan of france, i thought, why not look to see if i can go there on exchange...
So i visted the website of the exchange program "the Go Program" and discovered that there was a couple of instituions in france to choose from. So many hours later and much trawling through tomes and tomes of paperwork, i picked the institution i wanted to go to
SUP DE PUB
Part of the INSEEC Group, right in the heart of Paris (16e to be exact) and from all accounts, the best communication school in the world (well at least europe).
So I put in my application, and waited with bated breath for a reply.
The way applications to go overseas happen at my uni... first, you choose your institution, then you choose your subjects, if your smart, you line them up with subjects at your home university, then you take your application to a program advisor who you have to convince that the subjects match up (experience in sales helps here) so i managed to convince her that 2 of the 5 lined up, the rest i had to get approval from my course coordinator (this is where skills in Public Relations help) luckily for me, my course coordinator is the most brilliant and wonderful woman in the world, and she approved them for me.
Phew... you would think that's enough work... but no... it's only the beginning...
Next you take your application to the Go Program Coordinator (Liani... woman with the patience of job) she then sends it to the Dean of your faculty.
This is where my plan nearly came unstuck... ba ba baaaaaaaam
The stupid Dean of arts and social sciences (acting dean at that) some awful woman who has never met me, doesnt know me, has obviously spent too much time in an institution (university... not the other one... but who knows) decided that despite the fact i had glowing references from more than half of my teachers, glowing references from the uni counsellor, glowing references from my employer, despite the fact that im the frikken PR Manager of the frikken Student Guild, that perhaps my marks weren't quite up to scratch to go, and she wouldn't approve it unless the pro vice chancellor did... hence the fact she will now be known as the stupid cow.
This is all happening whilst i am on holidays in sydney and melbourne, and not in a position to march to her door and tell her what i think of her.
So application goes to pro vice chancellor.... wait... no it doesnt... incompetant mail department at USC decides it will be fun to LOOSE THE APPLICATION! Hooray! Still in Sydney, nothing i can do... i laughed... if i didn't i would have cried.
So i return from holidays, did another application, made three copies of it in case it landed in the hands of the evil mail department again, and this version arrived with the PVC.
The PVC obviously saw an opportunity here, and decides that he will approve it on the condition that i am willing to sell my soul to satan and promote USC to the students over there.
I would have given him a blow job if thats what it took.... *shudders*
So, hooray, im approved to go! now we have to send the application, plus special french application to french university.
waiting
waiting
waiting
several weeks waiting
Liani is emailing them... im biting my fingernails
So I finally come to terms with the fact that they didnt like me, but they just didn't want to tell me.... awwwwwwww.
Then suddenly, after a night of heavy drinking and emotional turmoil (not related to going to france) a letter appears in my mailbox.
Now you would think that if your being accepted to go on exchange to an overseas university they would send you a big whopping package of brochures, welcomes, blah and blah and blah.
No
they send you 2 pages... a letter saying please find enclosed your acceptance letter and your acceptance letter.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Im accepted.
So now comes the mad dash to get passports and tickets and a place to live and a suitcase (no i dont have a suitcase) and a whole heap of other stuff, ill keep you updated with my progress here!
Au revior
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