After starting in his Biochemistry masters at Ohio State, he comes to find out that he won't actually be able to do drug trials and hospital research with this degree. He'll only be able to design drugs for pharmaceutical companies. With this degree though, he's light years ahead of the competition in France. So he keeps working on his Masters, and finishes. After all his hard work, he graduates during the height of the American economic crisis. No one is looking to sponsor anyone foreign to work; credentials and excellent grades or not. So it's decided: we'll have to move back to France to start looking for work there.
Every corner he turns, it's the same response. You have a ton of experience, but it's all university experience. None of it is practical, real world application. (The problem is, French companies don't understand that an American Masters degree and a French Master are not the same. With the new education regroupments in France, my B. A. in Medieval History may be the same as a French Master.) We'll forget that he was basically running his own project on using proteins for cancer treatment and had around 6 articles published in peer reviewed journals in the US. Apparently that has no real world application according to France. Remind me to thank Sarkozy for the state of research in France. So that was a no go.
He had spent a good long while looking for work in any city in Europe he could find. Pretty much the only requirement was that I could go with him and have some kind of legal standing. He applied for work in Bordeaux, Lyon, Paris, Lausanne, Brussels, Bern, Berlin, Dublin, London, etc. Hell, one job was even in New Delhi! We both eventually got pretty despondent. Partner took a job in his hometown, well below his qualifications, working in a medical analysis lab. The good thing was is that the pay was good, and he found he really liked the medical aspects.
So in January of last year, we start talking. He had decided that what he wanted more than anything was to follow his original dream. Partner wanted to know if I would mind, because it was very much outside of our initial plans, if he applied to Medical School. We talked about everything this meant. We'd be poor for a while, and I'd still not have much in the way of legal standing. However; we'd get back to our own life, and be on our own two feet. We'd finally get a chance to be back to something resembling the life we had in Columbus. I told him the most important thing for me was that he was happy with what he was doing. After all, Partner has always been the pony on which to bet the farm.
So we move to Rennes and we start living a great life. This has been a horribly stressful first semester of his first year. He had to be up for classes around 6:30 and when he got home, it meant he would spend the entire night studying. We got into a rhythm and I came to enjoy the life we had here. Partner and I are living now believing that this is a temporary year. Afterwards, maybe things will work out better. There's really only one way to find out.
Now, why title this post as I did? Because true to form with the rotten luck he pulls for education, Partner's concours, the test that determines his placement at the end of the first semester and will let him know whether or not he can continue on and become a doctor, isn't until January 4th. That means he has to spend his entire break studying for this exam. Every time he takes a break, he feels guilty.
Today for example, he started studying at 10 am. He studied clean through with one break until 3:30 pm. Then we went out and had some hot chocolate and wandered around town for a bit. (Also, I may have found a Mountain Dew source!) We also took in the light show on the Mairie. It was really pretty and made fun of Sarkozy. Absolutely hilarious. We had a great time.
The only problem was that Parther was worried the entire time. He enjoyed the time with me, but sure enough, in the back of his mind he was panicking about the time he was losing by not being at home studying the five binders worth that he has to commit to memory to pass this thing. I could tell he was worried, and slightly distracted. I mean, he was really happy that we got to have a night like that together, but you know how it is. Also, finding a parking place was murder. Partner is not known for his patience, so after we couldn't find a parking space for about 30 minutes, he started getting annoyed.
The recompense that he does have though, is the week after is break for him. There will be a week where he doesn't have to do anything at all after his concours, but before he starts the new quarter. So that will be his decompression time, and I hope somewhat of a chance for us to really enjoy a bit of the break. I get the feeling we'll probably just spend the entire week trading off on playing Skyrim, but you know that sounds perfectly lovely to me!