First, they don't call the whole continent "America." Over here, the
U.S. Canada, Mexico, it all seems to be combined into "America." when her
friends ask "Where are you from?" Audrey says "America," but soon she'll
have to be more specific.
Second, there are no school uniforms, and as a result, U.S. kids care a
lot more about their clothes. Don't get me wrong, kids in Scotland do
care about their clothes, especially (for seven year olds) tracksuits
and party dresses, but they really only have 2 days to indulge that
interest. The other five days are back to the pinafore, or skirt, or
(very occasionally for girls) trousers. The related item to this is
that (shh, don't tell my Scottish friends) only old ladies iron in the
United States. Everyone irons here. It's like a national pastime. We've
speculated that it's related to the dearth of clothes dryers.
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Practicing with her uniformed "Dance Team" in the schoolyard |
Third, there is no blackcurrant juice. Only grape. I am not sure how
blackcurrent managed to take hold in the UK but it is everywhere. You
can have blackcurrent, orange, or apple. Those are your choices.
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Okay this is actually a novelty Ribena radio, but it was the best blackcurrent picture I could find! |
Fourth, you don't have to walk nearly as much, and only if you choose your home very strategically will you be able to walk to school (especially in Tucson). On the plus side, you won't be walking up two steep hills in the rain and "fresh breeze" to school every day.
Fifth, some holidays that are minimally celebrated here in the U.K. are a BIG deal
in the U.S. I have already been prepping her for Halloween. Of course
the rise of Halloween (and Dia de los Muertos in Tucson) means that
something else has to go - the "Bonfire Night" fireworks (and yes,
bonfire) celebrating Guy Fawkes attempt to blow up Parliament
(generally, in Scotland, or, celebrating that he failed, depending upon
your location in the UK and your politics) won't be a fixture anymore on
November 5, nor will there be
Christmas Light Night in mid-November.
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Bonfire Night fireworks |
Sixth, it's called a bathroom or a restroom, not a toilet. And a faucet, not a tap. And a hundred other language differences.
Seventh, no one can sing the lyrics from One Direction's latest album. At least, I hope they can't. For everyone's sake.
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