We received an email from the seminary to say that my husband’s New Zealand Bachelor’s degree is not considered equivalent to an American four year degree. I knew that this would probably happen based on my experience working in admissions at a NZ university. What this means is that he’s not able to go directly into a Masters degree but has to begin the Diploma first. If he maintains a B grade average over 20 credit hours he can transfer to the Masters programme. Since he’s such a smarty, this won’t be a problem. But the really bad news is that because he wouldn’t be enrolled in a postgraduate programme, he would not be eligible for a student visa.
SLAM. The door shut. Or so we thought.
Obviously at this point we had no choice but to wait for the green card application to run its course. For several weeks we had been in touch with the consulate to find out if any decisions had been made regarding the procedures to be followed in light of the law change. Finally we heard from the consulate. They WOULD be able to process the green card applications and it would take 6-8 months (this seems to be a standard answer). I rang them for clarification and asked for a new packet of information, hoping that it would be clearer in writing. Up to this point I thought that they had lost our original papers or threw them in the rubbish or took them home for their toddler to scribble on.
We waited and waited for the stuff to come in the post. Nothing. We’re now in early April. After two weeks, I asked my husband to ring. I was so frustrated I didn’t really trust myself to make the call. He rang and was able to talk to a real, live American person. She said “Don’t you have an appointment already?” And he was like, um, no. And she said “Let me go and get your file.”
File? He has a file? WHAT? We couldn’t believe it.
She comes back on the line and says that yes, indeed he has a file but something’s not right with her computer and could he please call back the next day between 6:30 and 7 am so she can check on the status.
The next day happens to be the day he’s picking my mom up from the airport so she can meet the new grandchild. Her flight came in at early o’clock so at 6:30 they were in Huntly, stopped at the McDonalds there to get a cup of coffee. He rings and indeed his paperwork has gone to Bangkok to be processed and when would he like an appointment?
Now, you have to understand that we thought this was going to take months and months and months. Of course, considering we first sent the paperwork in January, it has been months, but we were expecting it to be like 2008. So he makes an appointment for the end of June, June 27 to be exact. Which is now just two weeks away.
We have all the paperwork done (including my taxes, which is a whole other story) except for one very important piece of paper. My husband spent nine years in Papua New Guinea from the age 10 to age 19. Because of this he requires a police report from Papua New Guinea, to show that he has no criminal record. We originally requested this back in January, knowing that it would take a while. We are now in JUNE (June!!!) and we haven’t received it. He has a lawyer friend in Port Moresby that is working on it for us, but still no joy.
So. Please PLEASE PLEASE pray very hard that it will arrive in the next two weeks. PLEASE.
And, oh, did I mention we’re moving out of our house next week? But I’ll tell that part of the story later.