Super American

My days in the North east English Countryside have been filled with lacrosse. It is the whole reason I am here isn't it. My teammates are very posh. Lacrosse is a boarding school sport here in jolly 'ol England, so when our teammates say something like, "Oh, yes it is a very cheap place to get your self a nice dinner.", we Americans doubt it. Several times we have spent the equivalent of fifteen dollars because we went out to eat with the girls. They also eat differently. Did you know pizza was meant to be eaten with a fork and knife? The knife is always in the right hand; you are to never put it down, and the fork stays in the left all upside down. Crazy. My American roommates/teammates and I practice at home on frozen pizza. It is flippin hard yo.

When I return to 'merica, I will have it down. You will all feel belittled by my fancy eating routine and how I pronounce all the 't's in my words instead of making them sound like 'd's. I plan on mentioning many times, "Oh, silly me I forgot that In the States you do it so differently. I played lacrosse in England you know, and I just picked up some of the finer points of life."

Just kidding. I say "dude" here so many times that the Americans think I am too ridiculous for this country. The Brits love my cheeky ways, and they are even learning some of my acronyms. I hope to Americanize the crap out of them.

LYMI- love you mean it