In turn, I was invited to watch the Chelsea vs. Manchester United soccer match yesterday. This may have well been a holiday to the guys I went with. We arrived at Hurlers, a popular pub near campus, an hour before the game because “it fills up quickly”, Rob warned me. Two hours of screaming, shouting, and cider completed, half of the guys walked out soaring, while the other half hung their heads in shame.
We headed for “victory pizza”, which apparently seemed like the perfect time for them to give me a tutorial on everything I say “wrong”, and how to correct it.
Soda = fizzy drink
Comforter= duvet (regardless of it being a duvet or other type of comforter)
Trash can = bin
High school = school (college should not be referred to as school)
Gas = petrol
The list goes on for ages, but you get the point. I’m told that these vocabulary quirks are to be fixed by the time I visit them this Summer. I’m working on it.
One more week of exams ahead of me… I can’t imagine what sort of study breaks we’ll come up with.
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