All of this has been, by the way, just to register that there is no change whatsoever in my employment status.

Another day, another damnable trip to the immigration office. Yesterday I arrived 40 minutes before the office opened, and there were 27 people ahead of me. (Luckily only about half of them were there to go to the pick up documents window though). So I only had to wait about an hour and a half before getting the bad news: I'd put an extra "2" in my passport number on ONE of the official documents, meaning the whole application had been rejected and I would have to start over from scratch. (Actually I hadn't done this. The woman I paid to do it correctly for me had).

My classes are finished, so luckily (?) I had the whole day to re-gather, re-fill out, re-photocopy, and re-submit everything. Oddly enough, the woman once again typed up my letter with the exact same mistake, but this time I caught it. Perhaps I'm back so frequently that she just has the thing on file, who knows. I had some more lovely photos taken. This one is extra because the immigration office demands six, while the photographer across the street has a special camera that only takes groups of four pictures. I always wonder whether things like this are just part of the day-to-day randomness of Mexicoor intricate plots to squeeze a few more pesos out of gringos. Then it was back to the immigration office to wait in the line to drop off documents, which I was miraculously able to do in the same day. Everything appeared to go fine except for a brief episode where I had to convince the lady at the window that I was not in fact "Eva Evalin" from the Russian Federation, despite having grown up in Moscow, Idaho.