The internet has made the world the size of your cell phone. I began to connect with my future classmates, four of whom were from Toronto. The first one I met in person was Alessandro. We went for tea (which I'm sure will change to an espresso once we move), and started to exchange info and battle stories with regards to the Italian Consulate. He was given similar information, but not the same. He was also given an English DV form, however I was given one in Italian and told that it would all be explained to me when I had the documents. But of course I needed to understand the form in order to know what documents they required of me! Eventually a nice lady at the front desk of the Italian consulate helped me, and when I had more questions she called Ms. Spedicato.
Ms. Spedicato reminds me of a stern little headmistress of an all girls catholic boarding school. She was a petite elderly lady with a short grey bob held away from her face with a hair band. She sternly yet politely, clearly and in a very Italian accent told me exactly what I needed to bring her.
This was THE lady. She had been processing the academic documents for 30 years. So I understood quickly that I better get what she asks since she is the one who approves the paperwork. If she said "jump", I'd ask "how high".
This now required me to make a trip to Ryerson for a special letter and then to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Ottawa.
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