It’s 6:30 am and you’re asking directions to the immigration office, then pointed towards a line wrapping 2 blocks back behind a dull gray building. Maybe not on the typical tourist agenda, but definitely not feeling like a true Dubliner. At the time, I was illegally in the country after holding off on this tedious errand a few too many days past my expired visa date. I was a little pissed off at the fact that I was the only one in the program with this visa problem to begin with, since nobody else had difficulties coming through immigration. I guess the large Saudi Arabian visa stapled to the outside of my passport could’ve been a red flag coming through customs.
This place was far worse than the Houston DPS. If you've never been to the Houston DPS, just know it was a real dump with an operating system that had to have been invented by a retard. After waiting in the line of immigrants for 30 minutes, arguing with the woman that I did not need a student visa just a regular tourist one, and pushing through crowds to get a seat, I was finally sitting down and not in the best mood. Perhaps it was the mere fact of where I was… or maybe that the bus nazi took away my bus card 30 minutes before because I didn’t have the proper student ID to have the student bus card, and that the University of Alabama ID I showed him would not suffice. I was making fast enemies with the public officials of this country and was facing being deported all in one morning. I needed a Starbucks ASAP.
My number was finally called, and my prayer of staying in the country was answered when I walked up to the assigned booth to see a sweet little old man. Unlike the crazy lady I first dealt with, and the man at customs who got me into this situation to begin with, this man was understanding and kind and happily changed my information in the system to let me stay until August 6th. My bus card may be gone, but my visa is back! Starbucks here I come…I’ll just have to get there on foot.
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