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Day 3 - Vista Waaaaaaaay
As mentioned, my day started very abruptly at 1AM. The room we were staying in was always intended to be shared between four girls - Kelsie and Joanne were to arrive around late evening on the 22nd. However, because of the storms (which were apparently so severe that tornado warnings were nearly issued) their flights were delayed and Orlando International Airport was even closed! So they were not expected to land until much, much later. I had no idea what time they would show up exactly when I went to bed, but I suppose it was somebody’s phone that woke me up.
They showed up, very travel-worn but very glad to be able to relax, if only for a short time. We walked up in our pyjamas to meet them at the reception, walking back and not quite going back to bed until after 3AM. In true Belinda fashion, however, I woke up stupidly early considering the lack of sleep. So I left on my own for a final breakfast of Mickey waffles and strawberries, without meat. Despite the strawberries tasting a little old, the meal was wonderful, especially with the day actually feeling a little cold. After returning to find Joanne gone (she had an early check in at her apartment), I double checked that I had packed everything up and joined Kelsie to the reception, where we printed out some last minute documents and sat for her breakfast (I had a child’s size Nesquik, which up to that point was the only chocolate I enjoyed). Afterwards we returned only a short time before check out, so we all decided to pack up and head towards reception to wait for our respective rides. Kelsie left a little earlier than us, as we had to wait until 1PM, but this was easily occupied by an early lunch. For me this started as fruit juice and pretzels as I suddenly fell ill (I was hot and cold, my hands were trembling), but followed by Powerade and pasta after a conversation with my friend Lauren (miss you girl!!!). After that more substantial meal (granted, I didn’t eat all of the pasta, as I didn’t enjoy the sauce) I felt well enough to get moving, and so we decided to call our Uber to Vista Way.
A quick callback to Powerade: I did not read the labels, expecting the flavours to be the same as back home. The red bottles in Australia are usually Berry Blast flavour, so imagine my surprise when I took my first sip of what turned out to be Fruit Punch, which tastes like that weird fake cherry flavour you might find in cold medicine. The other surprising part of my meal was the side salad. That was basic enough - lettuce, some bits of capsicum and tomato. But they asked me if I wanted balsamic vinaigrette, to which I said yes (expecting the salad to have just a small drizzle of balsamic vinegar. Instead the salad dressing was syrupy and thick! I didn’t mind, because I like balsamic, but I was weirded out by the difference.
The drive to Vista Way was a bit testing on my patience. The way Uber works, apparently, is that you type out your destination on your phone and it will appear on the driver’s. Pariya, who was in charge of these things, must have typed Vista Way into the app, to which there was a vastly different address than what had been advised to us by Disney. I don’t think she believed me at first when I pointed out that Disney had already given us the address, and that combined with the slight language barrier with the driver made me feel a little testy. But we arrived at Vista just fine! We were quick to check in - the line was quite short. I was slightly annoyed to find that all that panic over needing printouts of my housing passes were unnecessary, but this was tempered by my finding out where I would be living, and the very lovely photo on my ID card (I usually find I’m not very photogenic, especially when it comes to ID photos, but this one was really good!). While in line I noticed a person in particular walk into the room.
It was Chiqui! A few weeks before leaving I confessed on Facebook that I was worried about not being with anyone I knew, and wanting to find at least a roommate to link up with (Disney allows you to choose up to 5 roommates, or to be assigned to a totally random group of people). Chiqui commented with similar sentiments, and so we started messaging eachother. Quickly we found we had things in common, such as our tastes in food and our interests in other languages, and so we very quickly decided we would be roommates. She lives in Adelaide, so we weren’t able to meet up until arriving at Vista Way, but when we finally did it became pretty obvious that we were going to get along well!
I was so happy to meet her and confirm that we were in the same apartment! We also found that our building, number 27, was so close to everything - the pool is just outside our building, we have the laundry facilities just outside our apartment, and the bus terminal just beyond the pool! Just across the road from us is a Walgreens, a small supermarket, and further down the road is a Dollar Tree, which sells everything there for one dollar. Just one dollar, no joke! Also nearby are the iconic Wendys and Applebees, which we plan to visit one day (I particularly want to eat all the quintessential American foods - even cheese in a can).
We arrived at 2703 to some very familiar faces. I had organised meetups for all the Melbourne participants back in 2016, where I met new faces on every occasion and made friends with several. Among this group were Kim and Sarah, who I met at the first meetup and who are now very fast friends. Kim is very funny, and very nice, while Sarah is a little quieter. She is actually one of the most objectively beautiful people I have ever met - and no wonder, because back home she works for a company dressing up as a Disney Princess for children’s parties! I envy her Instagram, which is filled with photos of her in princess garb. Chiqui and I were also able to meet our final two housemates for the first time - Kayla, who is another Aussie who was unfortunately unable to make the meetups, and our last arrival Jocelyn, who also happens to be our only Kiwi. Both of them are lovely girls,. In general, I think we have a very good combination of girls, though time will tell.
After unpacking most of our luggage (Chiqui was lucky that she had a wealth of treasures - I say treasures because they’ve all been incredibly useful and convenient - from her family that lives here in Orlando, and so we did have to wait for her aunty’s arrival), it was time for another trip to Walmart. I won’t go into details, but as you can guess, it took a long time. I had a lot of things, including my new bedsheets (which are Tsum-tsum themed. Am I a child? Yes, yes I am) and bathroom supplies. I quickly became starving, and so we finished up our shopping and stopped at the McDonalds - which is inside the Walmart, it’s that big - to pick up a snack (Chiqui and I shared a McNugget meal, to which I figure medium must be the default size of meal) before catching separate Ubers back to the apartment. (Jocelyn and Kayla, who are roommates, had much more stuff than us and decided to travel separately).
We made our beds before heading back out again to the Dollar Tree shop, where we bought groceries for breakfast as well as some snacks. Cue more stomach growling and a quick stop at Subway to get a sandwich (six inch, chicken teriyaki, onion, green capsicum and tomato with sweet onion sauce) before our final stop. Walgreens is a fairly small supermarket as well, which has mostly products you would find in the bathroom aisle at Woolworths or the pharmacy. After that we returned home to eat, and then I absolutely collapsed into bed. I was so tired! I’m still a bit jetlagged, however, because my sleep has been very strange since...
Day 2 - Back to Disney Springs
I just want to make another apology before I begin: As I noted on my last post, I’m quite late with blogging. This includes actually writing down drafts physically so I can remember when everything happened - so the next few days may not be entirely faithful to the actual events of the day, but I’m going to try and remember them as best as I can!
Pariya and I had decided the night before that we were probably going to go solo. So I got up for breakfast as soon as I felt like it (around 8AM) with a plan to eat something light and small. My meals had been quite large so far, and that accompanied with my body trying to adjust (and the Florida water never quite satisfying my thirst) I’d been feeling quite sick after eating. So I was going to get some cereal, and maybe some fruit. At least, that was the plan.
I happen to be very fond of ham and cheese toasties. Disney makes ham and cheese toasties. Now, everyone has their own way of making toasties - we have a sandwich press, so for me it’s usually a ratio of 2:1 of ham and cheese (this varies depending on how large the ham slices are. This sandwich used AT LEAST 8 SLICES OF HAM. Not a necessary amount of ham. I suffered through one half before taking out the majority of the ham (losing a fair about of nice cheese in the process) in the second half. This was followed by cereal, though, so I guess I followed my plan a little bit?
After the requisite half hour I finally made use of the Calypso Pool, which I had been eyeing since my arrival to the hotel. For those who don’t know, All Star Music is home to two pools, the larger of which is shaped like a guitar and has a statue in the middle of The Three Cabelleros (Donald Duck, Jose Carioca and Panchito Pistoles). The Piano Pool is shaped like - you guessed it - a piano. Unfortunately, it was being refurbished, and so I wasn’t able to swim under the watchful eyes of Ariel and her sea-guitar. But the Calypso pool was empty enough for me to swim in my little personal bubble and float on my back, and the water wasn’t too warm or cold. There did seem to be a lot of chlorine, however, so after my little swim it was straight back to my room for a shower.
Some time later I was off to Disney Springs for the second time! I was by myself, so I was looking forward to exploring the area and finding the famous World of Disney shop. First, however, was a visit to the Coke shop. It’s full of merchandise - all of which I wanted to take home! Instead I got a souvenir for my brother and a small Coke handbag for myself. Since then I have discovered that it is unfortunately too small for my wallet, but a change of wallet will fix this. I’ll be asking for some things in the post soon, so maybe Mum can send one to me...
I also visited a Starbucks for the first time since coming to America. I was surprised and confused by the menu, but later very impressed - I was able to buy a sandwich with turkey, cheese and pesto which was not only delicious but the most reasonably sized meal I’d had the entire trip. With this I tried the berry hibiscus refresher, which was delicious. I don’t know what exactly it was actually, but I loved it. Then I began my intrepid search for World of Disney. This took a very, very long time, but when I finally found it...
World of Disney is beautiful. After ten minutes, time and space does not exist outside of that shop. I was surrounded by all kinds of temptations of fluff and clothing and glitter and hardly any way to stop myself - but I persevered, and made it out alive. Then I found out that a couple of fellow Australians were in the area. So I met up with Steph, who I had incidentally already met at my interview, and Emily, who I’d never met but who was lovely nonetheless. It began to rain as if on cue, but we braved the weather as we made our way back to World of Disney and explored every shop we pleased. This included (but was not limited to) the Lego shop and Days of Christmas, both of which were fascinating and beautiful. As it grew dark we decided to stick around for dinner, and T-Rex Cafe was the destination.
As you may have guessed, T-Rex Cafe is themed after prehistoric eras, notably those with dinosaurs. I cannot describe how incredible it was. Animatronic dinosaurs, constant sound and light changes, lovely staff. We decided very quickly that the food would probably be too much to handle, so while Steph ordered a pasta dish, Emily and I shared the chicken burger (appropriately named Paleo-something), whilst I ordered a side of mashed potatoes and my first alcoholic beverage on American soil. The drink was a cotton-tini, or a cocktail served alongside a martini glass full of fairy floss (or cotton candy, as the Americans call it). Mixed together it tasted amazing, quite sweet. Unfortunately, because I had not eaten for a long time and I was starving, it all went straight to my head. My second mistake became apparent when our meal was delivered to our table. Shared between two people, the meal was a reasonable size. The side of potatoes was a meal within itself. Cue me cringing as I worked my way through the whole thing, unable to let go of my ‘waste not, want not’ attitude. After finishing dinner, we eyed the Chocolate Extinction with envy - this dish is elaborately presented with a tumbler of dry ice fogging out over four slices of chocolate cake, and 4 scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with whipped cream. Several tables tried this dish, though we agreed we didn’t have any more room for dessert. So we left to go look at the souvenirs just outside the restaurant. Tired and just a little drunk, I hung around and whinged like an old lady while Steph and Emily laughed good-naturedly and cheered me up while we waited out the storm that had blown in while we were eating. We looked over the Build-A-Dino shop (Build-a-Bear, just themed for the shop) and debated over which ones we’d build and what to dress them in. After some time the rain stopped, and it was time to run back to the buses to head back to our respective hotels.
I have forgotten to mention that the ride to Disney Springs was occupied by conversing with a lovely couple from Missouri who were visiting for the wife’s birthday. It started humorously enough for me as the husband asked me what part of England I was from, and quickly evolved into talking about the weather outside, and the differences in Australian weather and different areas of America. They were lovely, and so it was a great surprise to see them board the bus on the way home! We talked about our respective days, and I was excited to tell them more things about home. They did ask me about eating kangaroo - for those of you who are wondering my personal preference; I don’t. I understand that it is environmentally sustainable, and maybe I’ll try it one day, but not for the moment.
Getting back to the hotel was rather uneventful - in fact, I was only motivated enough for a shower, followed by bed. I woke up rather suddenly at 1am... but that’s a story for the next post...
see you real soon!
Day 1 - Disney Springs, Universal Citywalk and Walmart!
So I figure before I start today’s adventures I should update everyone on what I got up to yesterday!
It was a pretty early start for me - I got up at around 7:30 to go and meet one of the girls I’m sharing the hotel with. Pariya arrived at around 8:00, which was followed by me promptly getting lost on the way back to the hotel room, but we got there eventually! After a quick shower and teeth brushing we headed off to breakfast. I could not wait any longer before trying the Mickey waffles, which were soft and gooey and delicious, especially with maple syrup; whilst Pariya got a “chicken biscuit”. As you fellow Aussies might know, the Americans have biscuits as a common breakfast staple - however, we’d call them scones. So basically she had a savoury scone with fried chicken and some bacon in the middle. A quick note about bacon: it’s terrible here. It’s all fat, no meat, and mine (served alongside the waffles) was cold. So basically I’m not trying that again! I also got a cup of watermelon, because even though I’m eating rather terribly at the moment (everything is fried and served in ridiculous portions) I’m trying to eat fruit or vegetables in every meal.
After breakfast we explored the souvenir shop for a short time (Maestro Mickey’s), before deciding that we’d hop on the bus and head to Disney Springs. The bus rides are complimentary, which is wonderful, and we didn’t have to wait too long to board.
Disney Springs is a beautiful place. There are shops everywhere, nearly all of which I wanted to explore (I’m going back today!), as well as some beautiful fountains and water features. There was a small man-made river with some beautifully blue water (um.. ok, probably beautifully blue walls, but who cares?), and after some selfies we were off again. I managed to find the Harley Davidson store very quickly! For those who don’t know, my dad and my brother are really into bikes. My father has a beautiful matte-white Harley Davidson, which he adores, and loves the brand itself. So I had to take a look! The people in there were really nice and helpful when I bought Dad’s first presents (shhhh, don’t tell him!), and I told them I’d probably see them again very soon, ha ha ha.
We didn’t spend much longer in Disney Springs after that, as one of Pariya’s online Disney friends offered us a lift to Universal Citywalk! So off we went.
Citywalk is also beautiful, but with some of the most expensive parking fees I’ve ever seen. We split 30 dollars between us for what would turn out to be a very brief visit. It was lunchtime, and so we found ourselves in a small food court area. I tried Panda Express for the first time and quickly realised that Panda Express is for people who like spicy food. I had steamed white rice and a broccoli beef dish which were fine, but their orange chicken was just mild enough for me to enjoy. I wanted to try their Kung Pow chicken from seeing it on Epic Meal Time so much, but that has whole chillies in the stir fry! After lunch, the original plan was to go to the park and see if we could get our annual passes a little early (We don’t have our cast member cards yet, so we don’t qualify for the discount just yet), when Pariya suddenly felt unwell. So we decided to head back to the hotel via Walmart to get some of our bedding early.
Walmart is huge. If Kmart and Woolworths had a baby, and that baby was babysat by Bunnings, and then the baby grew up to become a steroid junkie - that’s Walmart. There was EVERYTHING there, from beach towels to vegetables to lightbulbs. The one thing I can’t seem to find is a small washing basket. After buying some things we headed back to the hotel room for a quiet evening. I had roast pork with mashed potatoes and corn for dinner, with a packet of veggies and hummus that tasted like an approximation of these things (like they almost tasted the same, but not quite, and that difference was big enough to be disappointing, because hummus is great).
I’m going to end this post abruptly here because I have an apology to make. With the travelling and Internet struggles, I’ve fallen very far behind on my blogging, and have discovered that vlogging is going to be too much of a hassle to actually do every day. I’m really sorry for all of you that were looking forward to seeing the vlog! I’l try and get up to speed here as soon as possible, though!
I’M HERE!
First of all, I want to say sorry for not writing this as soon as I got here, but I was really exhausted! In fact, I’m also exhausted right now as I type this, but I think I’m a bit jetlagged...
I flew out on the 20th of January, and the flight wasn’t so bad! I did have to sit in the exact centre of my row, which made going to the toilet a bother, but I managed to sleep for a couple of hours here and there. I won’t comment much more on that except for the food being really nice for airplane food! I had chicken and rice (which burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, I was too white for that sauce), and later was given half a ham and cheese sandwich with a Tim Tam as a snack. Just before the descent I had a bit of what I think was quiche with a tomato relish, which tasted excellent, but because the descent was turbulent it ended up making me feel sick.
Here was where the problems began. The plan was I had an hour and a half stopover at LAX before catching my next flight to Orlando. Everyone reassured me that this was doable - let me tell you right now that it is not! For starters, it seems to be total luck of the draw when it comes to getting through the visa check when you arrive. The guy that saw me made me feel like I was in the sloth scene from Zootopia - even when I gave some pretty heavy hints that I needed to be at Terminal 7 in MINUTES, the guy sloooooowly pulled a stapler out and sloooooooowly wrote something and slooooooowly typed. By the time I got through Customs and to the baggage check-in I was told quite simply that they couldn’t take my bags, that I had missed it. I was really frustrated! Thankfully, they gave me a flight with a stopover in Houston which I had about forty-five minutes to get to.
Unfortunately, LAX is the size of a small country. Imagine, if you will, that you have just arrived at Melbourne Central, and you have to get to somewhere just past the Arts Centre. That is approximately how far I ran to get to Terminal 8. I was told that there were shuttles, and there certainly were, but LAX shuttles seem to have a problem with signs. Mostly they said they were going to carparks. I had no idea which one would take me where I needed to go, and so I ran. And ran. Getting to customs for the check in of the next flight was really awkward. I was worried I was going to look suspicious, because there was sweat dripping down my face. They were certainly understanding when they patted me down, though! Getting to the gate I needed was another nightmare. Imagine you have left your destination from before, and you’ve just passed Flinders Street station, only to realise you only have about fifteen minutes before your bus outside Melbourne Central leaves the city. I only just managed to make boarding! There were only a handful of people left by the time I got there, and I felt awful as I got to my window seat, dripping with sweat and probably smelling terrible to the two attractive young men in my row. I managed to sleep through most of the flight to Houston, and I was lucky enough that my bags were going to be taken straight to the next flight. As it turned out, the gate that I needed to be at for the flight to Orlando was the same gate that I had exited, so I had some time to rest.
The flight to Orlando was more of the same - I slept nearly the entire way there. When I arrived I was beaming, exhausted and in dire need of a shower but super excited to have arrived. Baggage pickup was easy, and it wasn’t too long of a walk before I found the Magical Express! There was also a Disney store there, which I would have loved to take a look in, but I’ve been very good so far at not buying merchandise.
One thing is certain - Disney people are lovely. Those rules for employee appearance and behaviour are there for a reason, and it makes such a difference! I was directed to my bus and quickly found myself in a seat, while shortened versions of classic Mickey cartoons played, interspersed with trivia. I did guess a couple of them, which was good considering I don’t know much about the parks - for example: Disney property extends for 25,000 acres. Huge, right? And it certainly feels that way!
When I was dropped off at the All Star Music Resort I was overjoyed! I could shower! First, however, I had to stumble my way through reception. I found myself braindead as I approached the desk. I forgot how to make words, and sputtered at the lady before she prompted me kindly and guided me through check in. I won’t bore you with the details, but she even let me attempt to use the printer (I say attempt, because logging into my email made Outlook think I was an intrepid hacker out for those Typo sales emails) before I was off to my room! The resort is beautiful - every building (in groups of 2) is dedicated to a genre of music. I looked wistfully at the Broadway themed building before continuing to Building 5, or Country Fair. My room is very close to a giant pair of cowboy boots.
I entered to air conditioning and quiet instrumental music from the television. After taking care of some essentials, including calling Mum and Dad, I made it back to the main building for dinner. I had chicken nuggets and chips, which were really good but a lot, plus a biscuit (and by that I mean a huge m’n’m cookie) and my first ever Rice Krispie treat. This was more or less immediately followed by a shower and finally bedtime. I didn’t sleep through the night, unfortunately, but that will hopefully change as time goes on.
I’ll write about my first day at a time which isn’t nearly 3 in the morning, but I’m also trying to upload my video of day 1 as we speak! Something tells me (translation: Youtube’s abominably slow upload speeds) that I won’t be actually uploading vlogs as often as I’d like, but I’ll try and make up for it by making long videos. My update schedule will probably be once a week.
I’ll see you real soon!
Belated posting
So I’m really bad at posting regularly, but seeing as we’re getting closer to D-day (Disney day, departure day, d-d-d-damn son you finally getting out of the house day, your choice) I figure there’ll be more to talk about. Of course, because I’ve left this post so late it’ll be vague and probably unhelpful to anyone who happens to read this looking for information... but there’s plenty of helpful Disney bloggers and vloggers out there, so hopefully this info will lead you onto the right track if that’s why you’re reading!
So first, a correction from my last post: I’m not a B1/B2 in French. I mean, I could be, maybe. But my exams from last year were A1/A2 level. The reason I’m so approximate nd maybe overestimating myself is because of the way uni classes are divided when it comes to language. Surprise! You could begin learning a brand new language at uni if you wanted to (I’m at La Trobe). If I had gone to La Trobe straight out of year 12, which was back in 2012, I would have enough experience with the language to qualify for Unit 5 or 6, however, because it had been four and a half years, I felt I should go back to Unit 4. (Actually, I spent my first week in Unit 1, but because that week was spent learning pronouncing the alphabet and how to say “Je m’appelle” it was apparent that that was too easy for me). And while I am no genius, and I didn’t have the best grammar, I was toward the top end of the class when it came to vocab. And I was only a couple of marks away from 100% on my written exam. Anyway!!! Back on topic!
The visa process and preparing all the paperwork is decidedly more complicated than the application. There are a lot of fees to pay. There’s a lot of questionnaires to fill out. In my case, the process included me standing at the approximate head of the line in confusion and then having this lady shake her head at me because her booth was free and I guess I technically pushed in front of someone. (I only needed to hand over my passport.. but more on that later).
When you’re accepted into the program, you have a limited amount of time to accept your place, which is about a week from memory. When I was accepted, I went nuts. I was with other uni kids for a group assignment, and we were just making sure the video was fine. I couldn’t concentrate, because all of us who had applied for the January intake were waiting with baited breath for their emails. Someone had already gotten a “no longer in consideration”, so we were all panicking! Cue my freakout as the first person posted their acceptance. The two girls from my group watched as I fretted and finally.. the moment I found my email.. I deleted it by accident. I don’t know how I did it but I did, thank god for the “deleted items” function! Cue calling everyone I know, nearly crying. My parents were in England, and so they got the call at 5am - the first words Mum said after I told her the news were “Oh no!!!”. For the next 3 hours I responded to nearly everything with “Don’t care, I’m going to Disney World!”
Once you’ve accepted your offer, you receive a packet of information, including the fees you have to pay in order to secure your place. One of these fees pays for your housing and utility costs until you get proper pay checks. This is $200AUD (all costs are going to be from memory, and are obviously subject to change). Another pays for housing events and the like, and costs $154AUD.
One of the most time consuming things was getting what I needed from my university in order to satisfy my visa application. You need the university to approve your status as a student and get a representative to sign and stamp a form. This took a couple of trips for me. If you are considering applying for the program and you’re still in first year, keep in mind some things are going to take a little longer because you have to wait until your first year is officially finished. It doesn’t change much else, except you cannot choose your arrival date - only the latter one will be open to you. You’ll need to hand one in by a certain time so your place is secured, but you’ll need another one to satisfy the visa.
I recommend you get your medical insurance before applying for your visa. I don’t recall anyone actually asking about whether or not I had medical insurance, probably because it is a requirement of the program anyway, but I prioritised this over my visa. Because my program is the Australian/New Zealand Cultural Exchange, I had to get medical insurance with a company affiliated with Disney. You have two options - a cheaper one with which you have to pay $50 before a doctor will see you, or a more expensive one without this extra cost. I felt the latter was just going to be better in case I was sick or injured. I have migraines which regular Panadol doesn’t fix, so I’ve seen doctors and visited an osteopath fairly regularly this year to try and fix the issue. I may have to do the same while I’m over there, especially if I’m going to be working full days in hospitality, which I know gets hectic. This cost about $800AUD.
Another thing you should do before your visa is your police check. In fact, this might be a requirement of the visa, but of course I can’t remember and can’t be bothered checking. This is simply a name check (you do not need to visit anywhere for this), which costs about $30AUD and didn’t take long at all. You have nothing to worry about if, like me, your biggest offence is spending too much time on the Internet.
The info packet will contain all the specific information on how to fill out the SEVIS ($35USD) and DS-2019 ($160USD) forms online. Here it’ll help to talk to other people going through the same thing as you, because I had a bit of trouble paying for my DS-2019 application. Here is where I fail as a DCP blogger, because I can’t remember why I had trouble and how I fixed it. I can tell you though, that the online application was very thorough. It will take you about a half hour, and have some contact details prepared. Like your passport, you need some people to vouch for you that aren’t family members. Once you’ve finished the online application, you can make an appointment to go to the consulate.
Because I live in Melbourne, I did not have to travel to get my visa. I went to St Kilda on public transport, got worried that I was lost when I actually wasn’t, and realised that it was freezing outside. Being a consulate, you would expect the building to be glaringly obvious. Not so. In fact, I had no idea whether or not the building I had passed was the building or not - it’s another official looking place amidst other official looking places, but in an area which feels almost rural compared to the CBD in the city. I truly imagined an area like where you would find the Magistrate’s and County Courts. Wrong. Anyway. I was freezing, and very early, and drank hot chocolate in the conveniently-located cafe next door. Then I stood in a line for about 15 minutes (there are signs directing you) before I came in. Don’t be scared or nervous. If you have been to an official building before the process will be familiar - you confirm your appointment, follow the instructions, have your things checked and your bags handed into security. (I visited Barwon Prison twice over two years for VCE, twice because I wasn’t an asshole and listened to my teacher in year 11, this experience was a thousand times more hardcore in comparison as you would imagine).
Another person from Sydney gave me the impression that the visa interview was incredibly daunting. For me, it was not so. I stood in a line in a very well heated room for a time (I forgot to mention that we had to catch the lift because of reasons. The lift was great. It was half made.) before being called forward to a booth. I was lucky to speak to a lovely American woman, to whom I had to give my passport and my DS-2019/SEVIS forms. She asked me why I was going to America, and was delighted to hear about my program. I’m under the impression that they’re well aware of the program, because in my case the conversation turned to how great Disney was, and how I was so excited to go there and how she was thrilled for me. I had my fingerprints scanned on something out of a sci-fi film (twice I got my rights mixed up from my lefts, how), before going to the next person to go through more of the same. He reviewed the same forms before telling me my visa had been approved, and to go and pay my reciprocity fee before returning. This cost a little less than $150AUD.
I’m going to end the post abruptly here because that’s pretty much the entire process. I’ve just realised I should probably have mentioned the DOC and hire documentation, but this post is extremely long like the others, so I’ll try and write a brief description of those tomorrow. See you soon!
The Application Process
In brief, to my shoddy memory...
Already I broke a promise about my next post, but considering there’s not many people reading at this point, and most of the people I do know most likely heard this in person or through my social media, I suppose it’s not a bad thing that I left it over the weekend. What’s important is that I’m telling you now.
So how did I find out about my program? So I watch Swoozie sometimes on YouTube, mainly his working for Disney videos and the ones about his girl-related shenanigans, because they’re funny. One of these episodes was about him wanting to get into Vista Way, and at the time I guess I didn’t take much notice, but he explains at one point that college and university students from around the world are able to work at the parks and live in apartments nearby. I probably watched this video a hundred times before it occurred to me that I was a university student that always wanted to go to Disneyland (of course, being an Australian kid with no hope of getting there myself, I didn’t know the difference and called them both Disneyland), and therefore I could look up what Swoozie actually meant. So I Googled it, and there it was - the Walt Disney World AU/NZ Cultural Exchange Program. This particular program is exclusive to us Aussies and Kiwis (New Zealanders).
How do you apply? The application process is not much different from applying to a job online. It asked me for my details, my education history, and my resume. It also asks for a cover letter, which I wrote the night I applied. On the application I indicated that I didn’t mind which position I had, though my job history was rooted in hospitality.
From there I was asked to attend an interview. Our application process differs from American CP’s in that we do not have a telephone interview before our face-to-face. Because I live in Melbourne, I did not have to travel far for my interview - they’ll take place at a tertiary institution, if you’re Australian. What happens there is you’ll listen to a presentation that goes from half an hour to an hour - it certainly doesn’t feel very long - from the representatives that will be interviewing you. Some of you who have done your homework on the program may have heard about Jill, who recruits and interviews a lot of the candidates. I got to meet her, and she was a lovely woman! I commented that a lot of the people talk about her on the internet - she was pleased to hear it was all good things, I hope! So she gave the majority of the presentation, which was about the program, her beginnings at Disney, what the work involves and some trivia questions. Of course, the two girls I met that day and sat in the middle of both answered a trivia question correctly and got a prize!
The actual interview took place a little later in the day after a short break. We were lucky to spend this time with some people that previously took the program, who had attended the presentation specifically so we could speak to them about their experiences (both lovely people). When I was called in for my interview, I was quite nervous. What if I said something horrible? What if my experience wasn’t enough? What if I had something in my teeth?! Luckily the woman who interviewed me was an incredibly nice lady. Her name was Delinda, from Perth. We already had some common ground, considering our names were practically the same. I managed to stay calm as she began to ask me questions - which were more or less as I expected. She asked me why I wanted to work at Disneyworld, to which I explained how important Disney was to me and how much I wanted to learn more. I mentioned that I didn’t really know about the parks, and how I wanted to experience it. She asked about my preferences for work, to which I again said I was experienced in hospitality, but I really didn’t mind where I worked. I said that the only place that I would say no to would be lifeguarding because of my weak swimming. She joked that I was like a gremlin - I can’t get wet! We both laughed and continued.
Sometimes I think I might have not gotten through if I hadn’t remembered something rather crucial at the last minute. As Delinda asked me if I had any questions, I shook my head, then I remembered... In such an international attraction as Disneyworld, it’s pretty important to have at least one person available to communicate in a different language. Some people are hired from overseas simply because they can speak in two languages. So I told her that I could communicate in French. I did tell her I wasn’t fluent, but if my exam results from the past semester are any indication, I’m around a B1/B2 level, which from a scale of A1 to C2 is intermediate to advanced fluency.
Of course, after I walked out, I remembered that I’d forgotten something also very important, and I cried on the inside. Of course, now it doesn’t quite matter, but it my have affected my future workplace! When I worked at Pancake Parlour I received a special responsibility when 2015 approached. I think it’s now a year-round menu item, but when I worked there the summer menu included Choc Tops, which were my sole responsibility to make. I would go to work for an entire shift, making as many choc tops as I could, in different flavours - and I wasn’t too bad at it, if I do say so myself! Oh well. I’ll be happy to be working anywhere!
After all of that it was a waiting game for my acceptance email. I was originally going to give the immediate process afterwards, but this post has already been quite long, so I think I’ll leave it here. The next post will be pretty long too, I expect, so I’ll try and get to it soon!
First things first...
It is two in the morning in Melbourne, and instead of being asleep, like I should be, because I have things to do in the morning, I am eating hommus. Why am I eating hommus? It’s delicious. Why am I writing at two in the morning?
I’ve been meaning to start blogging and/or vlogging about my Disney experience since the idea bloomed that by some miracle I would actually be accepted into the Cultural Exchange Program. I feel like I was pretty lucky during the whole process, as I applied (I think) in early July and heard back in August, and the interview went rather smoothly. I’ll talk more about these things in a later post.
The other thing is, now that I’ve been accepted and I have my Visa and flights, there’s not much else for me to do. It’s early December, and I don’t leave until late January... - Cue my mother giving me a stern look. Or at least, she does every time I say this. My room is a pigsty. Apparently my brother is moving in temporarily so his room can be gutted and rearranged while I’m gone. If only I wasn’t always up at two in the morning...
I probably should finish my snack and go to sleep. But first, introductions!
My name is Belinda, if you haven’t guessed by the vlog title. People who know me in real life tend to call me Bel (different spellings depending on who you talk to, including Bill, and Bal, even though these things do not sound like Bel at all). I’m at La Trobe uni doing Creative Arts - basically, I want to entertain people. If I can act, perfect. If I can help create something funny, great! If I’m getting coffees for the people in the office... yeah, not so much... Speaking of which, in the coming days I’ll hopefully be setting up a YouTube account under the same name to act as a sister vlog.
My program starts on January 23rd, 2017, and I’m working in Quick Service Food and Beverage. In case you’re wondering, I indicated that I was happy with just about any work they gave me, but most of my experience was already in hospitality. I’m hoping the experience will be more positive than some of my previous jobs. As for apartments, I’m hoping for a room in Chatham or Patterson. Everyone seems to want Commons, because of the washing machines being in the apartments, but I don’t think I’ll mind the communal laundry. One of the things most Australians don’t get to experience is going away to college and learning skills of independence and living entirely on our own steam. Usually if you do live on campus it’s because you live too far away to commute. (In Europe, you drive for an hour and you’re in another country. In some places in America, you drive for an hour and you’re in another state. In Australia, you drive for an hour and you’re an hour from where you were.) As for not wanting Vista, this is actually because it’s separate from the other complexes. I had a nightmare that I was the only Australian there and nobody wanted to know me! Bizarre, I know, but that’s how I am.
I think that’s all I’m going to write for now, because I am really tired, but I’ll post this evening about the process.
See ya real soon!