Next up in the list of flaming hoops to jump through: Personal Narratives. More soon, folks. I’m off to do my happy dance for a day or three. Keep reading, this adventure isn’t done yet!
‘Till next time.
I have about 24 hours left until it is likely that the results of the FSOT February exams are released. There will be an email from PearsonVUE sitting in my inbox with answers I have been dreaming about for weeks. I won’t actually get the scores from the test in that email (you have to request those) but I’ll get the pass/fail information.
Before we get there, I thought I’d share my test experience with anyone who was curious. Now, mind you, everyone has to sign NDAs when you take the test and it would be ridiculous of me to risk my chances for a blog. However, while I can’t tell you what was on the test, I can tell you what it was like to take it in Seoul, South Korea. Continue reading
Hello! It’s been a while hasn’t it? I have been hiding from the cold northern winter of South Korea this week. Our high today was 14F (that’s -10C for anyone outside of the USA, Bahamas, Cayman Islands, or Palau). Brrrr! I just got back from my honeymoon in New Zealand and nursing a sunburn in sub-zero temperatures is just insulting! (But so, so, worth it).
The last few weeks have been a blur of planning and studying and stressing and enjoying holidays. I scheduled my exam for February 3rd at 9:00am in Seoul. About 10 more days left! I have been working nearly non-stop on FSOT materials this past month, so for anyone else out there taking the February exam, this is a bit of what I have been studying. Continue reading
The FSOT (Foreign Service Officer Test) is the first step to becoming a Foreign Service Officer. There are eight steps according to the State Department and completing them all could take 8 months at best; at worst, years. Continue reading
SWIFTLY out from the friendly lilt of the band,
The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men,
I am drawn nightward; I must turn again
Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand,
There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown 5
The old unquiet ocean. All the shade
Is rife with magic and movement. I stray alone
Here on the edge of silence, half afraid,
Waiting a sign. In the deep heart of me
The sullen waters swell towards the moon, 10
I am a sailor, an artist, a student, a teacher, a traveler, a foodie, an adventurer-er, a blogger, and if I’m very, very lucky: a diplomat.
Twelve knots of wind is my ideal sailing weather. Back when I sailed The Dread Pirate Roberts (a 12ft dinghy called a Laser) twelve knots of wind was the most I could handle while still staying upright. Too much more than that and I would capsize. For me, twelve knots, has become a bit of a mantra for finding the balance between my limits and flying.