Blog #18

The Waiting Game

October 13, 2025 by Ruth Misori

Months before being accepted into the NACLAP program and also receiving a placement, I went ahead and decided to start the visa process by gathering the required information that would be needed to be submitted with my visa application. So, I started with the longest process, which was the FBI background check. It takes the longest and the turnaround could take 6-12 weeks, or in some cases, months. So, I did that in March as the validity of the background check would last for only six months. I already graduated at this point and had my physical degree, so I just needed to make a copy of it, as well as making a copy of my passport. Once that was completed in advance, I just had to wait for my acceptance letter (May), as well as a school placement (mid-July) before I could mail in my application to the BLS Houston. Lastly, I had to get a signed medical certificate stating that I’m in great physical health and don’t have any transmittable diseases which could hinder me from participating in this program.

Shortly after I was accepted into the NACLAP program, I was able to join a WhatsApp group chat specifically for first-year participants, as well as a group chat for people also being placed in Valencia. There were so many helpful group chats that I could join, such as housing, which gives us information on how to look for an apartment once we arrived, or even people who are looking for roommates, a group chat for events that you could join so you could meet other people, and so many more. I was thankful to have access to these resources because I was able to get in touch with and even meet a few girls in Spain from this group chat. I was in contact with two of the girls who were also applying for their visas and we gave each other updates constantly, so it was helpful. Once I received my placement letter (my carta), I went ahead and got my passport photos for my visa (not my passport since I already have one) and renewed my driver’s license, in addition to getting the star Id so I could make a copy of it and get it notarized as proof of residence in my state.

In order to apply to the BLS Houston location, you have to be a resident of any of these states: Alabama, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Tennessee, or Texas. I had the option of applying via mail or in person, so I chose the mailing option because of work obligations. In mid-July when I received my carta, I could finally send in my application because I had all of the necessary documents needed to get my visa, so I mailed it to BLS Houston. I had the tracking number, so I was able to see where my package was with UPS, and since I chose the 2-day shipping option, I thought it would be delivered within that time frame in Houston. However, two days passed and my package wasn’t delivered in Houston. It was still in Tennessee after being reaching their facility a day after being sent there. more days went by, and I saw that it was still stuck in Tennessee, so I contacted UPS, but it was unfortunately it was a robotic message, so I didn’t receive much help. By this time, ten days had passed, and I no longer suspected that it was delayed, I suspected it was lost. Annoyed, I decided to go to a local UPS store in person to get any information regarding my package.

Once I arrived and showed them my tracking number, they told me that UPS is not related to the UPS store shipping, so I would have to contact them about my package or with BLS Houston (since they printed my shipping label). I went back to my car and called BLS Houston to inquire the whereabouts of my package and they were very vague and told me to go to UPS store to gather information. I responded that the UPS store sent me to BLS. BLS Houston was very unhelpful, so I after I hung up, I went back inside the UPS store to let them know that they led me back to them. They told me that if I were to ship my package with them, then they could give me a tracking number and see where the package was going, but because it was with UPS specifically, they unfortunately couldn’t help me. So basically, I didn’t initiate the shipment with the UPS store, so they cannot see the tracking progress of the package because they don’t have any access to it. Only UPS does.

I then asked the woman at the desk if delayed shipments past ten days are normal. Sympathetic, she responded, “Usually, when packages are delayed in a facility for more than ten days, it’s either damaged or lost. I’m so sorry.” My eyes widened. You mean to tell me that my package is lost? Tears welled in my eyes as I walked back to my car to go home. During the entire drive home, I wailed and sobbed uncontrollably. I worked so hard to gather my documents to make sure that everything was sent in promptly and correctly, and now that’s all going down the drain because it’s lost! All my hard work down the toilet! I was devastated. If my package truly was lost, then I would have to restart the process all over again, such as applying for a new passport, as well as taking new passport photos. Then, I would have to get another signed medical certificate, as well as getting the FBI check re-done again, which could take up to 12 weeks. I didn’t have 12 weeks! The program will have started! I was even more concerned because the deadline for submitting your visa applications was on July 31st. I’d also have to make another money order of $227, since they don’t accept cash or credit card information.

Once I got home, my mother suggested that I reach out to my school and explain my situation and to wait for their response. I did that and the following morning, I received an email from them. They told me that it was okay and have given me permission to arrive at a later date, as long as I continue to keep in contact with them regarding information about my visa. Later that day, I decided to file a claim on my missing package on the UPS website and received a confirmation email that my claim was being reviewed. A few days later, UPS emails me to inform me that my package in Tennessee has been dispatched and has left their facility. I sighed in relief. Thank God it wasn’t lost! Otherwise, I would’ve had to re-do everything. I then track my package on their website using the same number used in the past, and sure enough, it has left the Tennessee facility and was making its way to Houston. I then tell my parents and email my school to update them about my package. Now it’s just a waiting game.

Two days later, my package finally made its way to the BLS Houston facility for my visa application to finally be processed. Now the hardest part is over, and all I need to do now is wait for my visa to arrive. Back in May after receiving my acceptance letter, I went ahead and booked a one-way flight to Valencia for September 19th, the day after my birthday. I made sure the ticket was flexible, and I used some of my travel credits to book this ticket with American Airlines. I didn’t want to wait until after I received my visa to book my flight because I was afraid it would be very expensive, so I just booked a flexible ticket instead just in case I have to rebook it. I checked the group chat for Valencia to see others’ updates on their visas, and some of them had a quick turnaround, such as 2-4 weeks. Then there were others who got theirs within 4-6 weeks, or other applicants who received their visas the following day after applying in person. Typically, if you applied in person, then there was a better chance that you would quickly receive yours very soon compared to others who’ve applied via mail. I didn’t panic at this point because I was just grateful that my package actually wasn’t lost and had finally reached the Houston facility to be processed. In addition, I figured the wait would take at least 6 weeks, so at that point, I was still calm.

However, towards the end of the 6th week, I slowly became anxious and wondered if they needed any additional information so I could finally get my visa. I was still working as a waitress at my job until I had my visa in hand, then I would quit and prepare for my upcoming move to Spain. Although, I hadn’t received my visa yet and I was already at week 7. Many other people in the group chat had already received theirs, including applicants who had applied after me the same way via mail. It was frustrating. I called BLS Houston’s office to inquire the status of my visa, and they told me that it was still processing. I asked if I needed to send any other required documents and they said no. So, as an attempt to keep myself busy while waiting for my visa, I decided to pick up as many waitressing shifts as possible and working as many as 6 days a week. It was exhausting. By then I had grown to completely hate serving. It’s draining physically, mentally, and on very slow days, even financially. By now it was already 6 months since I was promoted as a server and towards the end of it, I absolutely grew to loathe it. I encountered rude guests, lazy coworkers (not all of them, obviously) and horrific management. If it wasn’t entitled guests I was dealing with, then it was dealing with rude managers. And if it wasn’t rude managers, then it was lazy coworkers who didn’t keep up with their side work or were even bothered to run their own food. The more I worked at that awful restaurant, the more irritable I became and anxious, especially since I hadn’t received my visa yet.

However, I will say that because of my recent experience as hostess and waitress, my desire to return to school to get my master’s has come back to me at full force. There were so many nights that I worked doubles and had made a lot of money by the end of the night to show for it, but I had to hustle non-stop. Then there were other nights that I still hustled but didn’t have much money to show for it. I was tired of the daily gamble of my income, and more specifically tired of my income depending upon the mercy of strangers. No thanks. It was in that moment of waiting tables that I realized that my parents were right regarding the importance of grad school and establishing a career. Of course, I don’t have to return to school, and I could do something else, such as join the military or get a real estate license or even learn trades. However, I have no interest whatsoever in joining the military, I don’t care about getting a real estate license, and with my experience of carrying heavy trays as a waitress, I definitely don’t want to learn trades and potentially wreck my body even more. So, that leaves me with the only option of establishing my career, which is going to grad school. I initially didn’t want to attend grad school at all because of how exhausted I was when I graduated. But once I kept working odd, minimal wage jobs at various restaurants, and then of course hosting and waitressing at my most recent job, it slowly destroyed me, and I eventually had a change of heart. Plastering a fake smile on my face while working for 6-8 hours straight on my feet and carrying heavy trays almost daily was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I didn’t want this to become the state of the rest of my life. I wanted something more fulfilling and different. A career with benefits and one that I enjoy. One that doesn’t damage my body long-term and one with an income that doesn’t fluctuate daily. One with healthcare and one with stability.

My saving grace from this life epiphany is the fact that I’m still relatively young. Meaning I can bounce back from this predicament and still have enough time to establish a career and still make a difference into earning towards my retirement once I’m older. I’m glad to have learned this lesson now while I’m still young and in my twenties, and I will definitely say that experience is the best teacher. Once I finish a year of living abroad, attending grad school is the next thing that is on my agenda, and if I’m fortunate enough and work hard, then hopefully God will bless me to never have to encounter waiting tables ever again. Anyway, back to my visa update. My birthday was around the corner, which also meant that the date of my flight was also approaching, so time was quickly running out. I called the BLS office several times and received the same answer: that it’s still processing. I personally found that response rather unhelpful because there were other applicants who’ve applied after me that have their visas, which was unbelievably frustrating. They finally did reach out to me to tell me that I needed to modify one of my documents, which was the health insurance. I was annoyed because why did they wait until the last minute to tell me this, when I could’ve resolved this in advance? I then modified it and sent it to their email to be processed. Now I was losing hope and wondered if it might get rejected because of how long it’s taking to process compared to others. There have been a few applicants who have had their visas rejected, so I was a bit nervous that mine might be too. The week of my birthday arrives and still no visa in hand. I wasn’t too keen about celebrating my birthday because I suspected that my visa wouldn’t come by then, or even at all.

However, a few days before my birthday, a sweet bartender from my job surprised me at work with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a birthday card and a cute cake. She absolutely made my day and made me realize how important it is to live in the moment. I tried to focus on making lasting memories with the people I love by spending some time with them before I leave. I also decided not to make this visa chaos the main focus of my day and try to do other stuff to occupy my time, such as work. Unfortunately, I was absolutely at my wits end with my serving job and the chaos of it all that I ended up quitting. I bid my favorite coworkers goodbye and take a photo with one of them outside before I headed to my car to go home. September 18th arrives and I haven’t received my visa, so I cancelled my flight for the following day. However, I focused on having a great birthday and hung out with my friends and family. The next week approaches and by now it’s week 9. I decided that if my visa gets rejected, then I would just focus on preparing my documents for grad school and move on with my life and just go back to Spain on holiday instead. On Monday I went out to a Chinese buffet to take my mind off of things when I receive an email from BLS Houston that my passport has been dispatched. I texted some of the girls from the group chats and they told me that it’s a good sign that it’s been approved.

I couldn’t believe it. After 9 weeks, my passport was finally being dispatched to me. Once it was Wednesday after noon, I received the package and opened it, and sure enough, my visa was approved, and my passport had a stamp. I squealed with excitement. “I finally got my visa!” I ran to my younger sister’s room and yelled outside her door. “I finally have my visa! woohoo!” “Oh, congrats,” she responded. She sounded happy but a bit groggy, so I likely woke her up from her nap. I then texted my parents, friends and other relatives that my visa has finally been approved. I then emailed my school to inform them that my visa was approved and that I won’t have to worry about arriving to the school at a later date. Now it was official. I was all packed and I finally have my visa, so all I needed to do was Google port my number and rebook my flight for this same week on Saturday, the 27th. Saturday approached and it was finally time for me to embark my new adventure to Spain. I was stoked yet a bit nervous as I bid my relatives goodbye. I did one final wave before I went through security and was awaiting my new life beyond the Atlantic Ocean.

Blog #15

Dr. Samuel Fongang’s Tribute

February 21, by Ruth Misori

September 5, 1966 – December 6, 2024

It pains me so deeply to think of my favorite uncle in the past tense, but unfortunately, death is a status that no one can ever reverse. In fact, one of life’s most painful lessons for anyone is learning that death is ultimately a part of life, and that everyone unfortunately has a certain timeline. Another painful life lesson is also learning that despite death, life must go on amongst the living and that they must move forward, regardless of its many challenges. While grief is very difficult to handle, I was still taught this important lesson at a younger age. This topic of death was introduced to me through the loss of loved ones, relatives, and church members. While I naturally took the time to grieve the individuals I’d lost, it was admittedly brief (with the exception of a few church members), and I was quickly able to mentally move forward without much trouble. However, that brief grieving process inevitably changed when I received a dreadful phone call from my father that my favorite uncle in the entire world had tragically passed away in a car crash.

I was immediately distraught and tearful because my uncle, Dr. Samuel Fongang was one of the kindest, most generous, and friendliest man that I’ve ever known, and to learn that he suddenly died in a way that was the opposite of peaceful was very traumatic, and I questioned why such a terrible fate befell him. Well, I have a confession: Dr. Fongang wasn’t biologically my uncle, nor was he technically my father’s brother. However, He was good friends with my father for over ten years, which is how I met him and his family, and we instantly clicked. He was so funny, optimistic, compassionate, and jovial. He always referred to me as ‘daughter’ whenever he spoke to me, which is why I am so confident in referring to him as a relative of my family because of how eagerly he welcomed my family and me into his. He made sure that I knew that I was not a stranger and that I was always welcome to come and visit him whenever I’d like.

In fact, thirteen years ago, he and his family came over to my house in my hometown for a visit to let us know that he was moving to Dallas for work, so my family and I wanted to make them dinner to bid them a nice farewell. This moment was the most significant part that Uncle Fongang played in my life because before they left, he and I made a promise that I would someday visit him and his family in Dallas, and as of December 2023 on New Year’s Eve, I finally got to fulfill that promise and we had such a wonderful time. Funny enough, every time that I did visit Dallas in the past, I would always ask my dad if I could pay him a visit, but he was usually out of town (he was a travelling nurse practitioner), so I didn’t get the chance to see him then. However, I was so excited to learn that I would be able to see him during my visit to Dallas during Christmastime as this time he would be in town. He wanted to meet us at his church that Sunday on New Year’s Eve, where we had the best reunion.

About fifteen minutes after church service started, I turned around and saw that he and his family had arrived and were seated behind us (we couldn’t sit together because church was a bit crowded), and I immediately grinned from ear to ear as I silently greeted them by mouthing, ‘Hi,’ and shook their hands. After church ended, we went outside to reunite and greet one another with big smiles and hugs because it had been over a decade since we were all together. “It’s so good to see you!” I told Uncle Fongang as I went in for a hug. “I haven’t seen you in a long time, I think I should give you another hug.” He responded as he embraced me into another hug by lifting me from the ground. I immediately melted because one normal hug was not nearly enough to express how much we’d missed each other and that a bear hug was the best way to acknowledge his paternal affection for me. Shortly after our reunion, he decided to take my family and his out to eat at a Chinese buffet, and we had such a blast!

Spending time with Uncle Fongang and his family felt like old times back in my hometown as we were catching up and laughing and taking nice photos to commemorate this reunion that was very long overdue. I will remember and cherish these moments I shared with Uncle Fongang and his family forever. The night before he died, I was washing dishes when a random thought of him suddenly appeared, and I was wondering how he was doing and wanted to call him to wish him well and tell him that I had missed him. Unbeknownst to me, I didn’t receive any warning signs or sense that something bad was going to happen to him the following day, and unfortunately during that random thought, I felt self-conscious about looking weird for calling him randomly to tell him that I loved and missed him, which I deeply regret now because I’m fully aware that he would’ve reciprocated that same message and wished me blessings. Furthermore, he likely would’ve immediately called my dad afterwards to express his gratitude for my gesture. After all, he always called me, ‘daughter,’ so the fact that I even conceived this idea of calling him to tell him that I loved and missed him as weird makes me feel remorseful because it’s the very opposite. It’s beautiful and it’s an act of love. Love was an act that Uncle Fongang demonstrated by making it known to me from the very beginning that I’ve met him that I’m an additional member of his family.

The good news is that despite my last desired words being left unsaid, I know that during the time while he was still alive, he was already aware that I loved him and that he also loved me like one of his own children. In fact, I know he loved his wife and children (Mrs. Manyi (wife), Almira, Samuel Jr., and Ivana Faith (children) so much that his generous affection and care for them will be overpoured into the next Fongang generation who will one day know of him and understand why he was an important person. His kind and jolly spirit was contagious, and I’m incredibly grateful that I got the chance to fulfill our promise by visiting him in Dallas. Dallas will now forever be marked as a symbolic place of glee, remembrance, and great memories. Lastly, let me just say that it was such a massive and tremendous privilege getting to know and love Dr. Fongang as my uncle, and until he hears the loud sound of Jesus’ trumpet, may he rest in peace until we meet again.