Picking up the visa from the consulate was wayyy too easy–I just went in there, they handed it to me, I left. Definitely displaying signs of zombie possession.
But now, a few hours later, I just opened it again and noticed something that, of course, I hadn’t seen in the consulate: the visa expires a good six weeks before my semester ends, thereby insuring that I will, at some point, have to spend at least one long, frustrating day in the Office of Something or Other in Tel Aviv or wherever trying to get somebody to fix this, all the harder done now that there’s something on the record.
I mean, I’ll try to go back to this office tomorrow, but I confess to being not hideously optimistic about it all.
Why couldn’t it just have been the zombies?