December 6th

Remember all those annoying doctor appointments I had earlier in the semester? Do you also remember how when I tried to finish the whole French insurance process they didn't have my medical certificate? Well I am happy to say audience that it is all over. That's right, it's over. I found a note on the schedule bulletin board reminding me to visit the student center at 9:00 am on December 6th, second floor (third floor in the States) of course. I was there, on the dot, and no one else was. Turns out that on the dot is early in France, I should've remembered that, so I was the first one in line. Sweet. The woman asked me to sit down and I did. Wow, how unexpected. I was nervous, afraid even, that my medical certificate was still somehow missing. Or that something else had possibly gone wrong. I had with me my medical folder that held all the results of my various exams. It was my proof that I had indeed gone to every appointment and was a healthy candidate for insurance. After ages of waiting, the woman had forgotten some supplies downstairs or something, she finally began the process. My file had my medical certificate. I had my passport and a photo. She had a sticker and stamp for my visa. I was done. This is a Rocky moment of life. Sweet victory, it's finally over. Score for Mary!!!