![]() ![]() The train’s final destination was Glasgow, so it was impossible for me to miss my stop because I spaced out (probably plotting ways to get British boys to buy me drinks in pubs). But today, in spite of celebrating my Americaness, I found the station. I’d miss the train station only to find it two days later around the corner from where I started, but none the less still celebrating my freedom of expression by carrying on in my directionally-challenged, silly American tourist ways. I had many a time missed things “you can’t miss.” I discovered my talent for finding things I wasn’t looking for (the British version of Chinatown) and not finding things I was looking for (the bathroom and cute British boys). Although I was told the train station was right off Princes Street and “you can’t miss it,” I had doubts. I went to Glasgow to meet one of my friends from high school, BZ (BZ is short for her first name, Elizabeth). it didn’t smell like haggis), I discovered my most American attire: jeans (staple of the American wardrobe), a black newspaper staff t-shirt (promoting freedom of speech), and a pair of pink Nikes (made in China). So I had about four shirts in varying degrees of black and white. Following study abroad suggestions, I did not have USA-identifying apparel. When I was picking out my most patriotic gear, I was disappointed. ![]() I would not wear a tea cozy on my head and talk like Angela Lansberry. I would not wear my Oxford t-shirt or British football jacket (not to be confused with American football, so named because you don’t actually use your feet great example of reliable American logic). I had my independence gosh darn it! I was determined to erase any British loyalties I might have (although my taste buds would never severe ties with Cadbury chocolate). I was in a country that tried to control my own, yet I was free from it. I delighted being in an English controlled country on the Fourth of July. “My country ‘tis of thee sweet land of py-ro-tech-nyyyyy!!!” We, of course, are a lot more sophisticated and patriotic: we set things on fire. ![]() However, we actually succeeded in our revolution, the result being we don’t celebrate our Nationalism in skirts blowing our brains out through pipes. I was in Scotland, celebrating the Fourth in another country that also didn’t like tea-sipping, knicker-wearing English pansies controlling it either. You know, the day between July third and July fifth. When I woke up, it was not the Fourth of July. ![]()
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