My last day as a 100% English chickie
And maybe it's just that I've had a long, long day at work, and we still haven't finished our Christmas shopping (haven't even written cards yet), so I haven't really had time to contemplate the enormity of this event. But somehow I just ... don't ... feel ... very excited.
I'm sure I'll feel different tomorrow as the glamorous skyline of Lowell appears on the horizon.
When I turn up for the ceremony, I have to bring a short questionnaire, which (it categorically states) must be filled out on the day of the interview. An excerpt:
After the date of your interview, have you:
Been married, widowed, or divorced?
Traveled outside the United States?
Joined any organization, including the Communist Party?
Practiced polygamy; received income from illegal gambling; become a Prostitute (their cap, not mine); procured anyone for prostitution or been involved in any other Commercialized (their cap) vice; or been a habitual drunkard?
Give me a break. I only had my interview two weeks ago. I'm just not that efficient.