Fixin’ to Chill
So today I left my wallet at home, I continue to evade my academic responsibilities, and I am currently on my 3rd cup of tea of the day. Yeah, it’s fall. I can slowly feel the novelty factor of study abroad wear off and genuine lack of interest standing just out of sight.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Manchester, absolutely love it. But, let’s be honest, when it comes to the some of the dipsticks in my Anthropology classes, the whiny plights of the sheltered Brit in the Topshop sweater sitting next to me are no longer interesting—that girl is ANNOYING. And just because you’re a dedicated Laguna Beach fan doesn’t mean you can speak for the intricacies of the “American mindset”. Or even assume there is an “American mindset”.
So my nation is only 225 years old. You still wear a Hollister zip-up to class everyday and have probably never seen a real live seagull in your life.
PS, don’t try to start conversations with me about the Amish. Despite popular consensus, being American does not indicate that you are a walking encyclopedia of religion, culture, and politics open 24 hours for impromptu debates about heathcare systems, Obama, and the like.
