Here are some odd funny things that have been said or have happened to me while I've been here.
Most importantly, I have only tripped twice and fell down a couple stairs once. This is good.
Let's see....
Terrace (Tce) is another name for street. They have Rd's and Tce's. Very rarely is there a Ln.
The "Itsy Bitsy Spider" is the Incy Wincy Spider here.
No one says "Bless you" when you sneeze. I've been sneezing a lot since I've been here and after I do, I know no one is going to say "Bless you" but I still can't help but feel expectant of it. There is also no reason to really worry about whether or not it's going to be obvious when you wipe the spit off your hand. No one takes notice of sneezes. Normally, you have to go through the routine of putting your arm down to your side casually, wait for people to look and bless you, then wipe if off non chalantly on pant leg or wherever. Problem solved here. It's a nice change.
I found a Jim Beam can on the street. Yup, a can. It was a Jim Beam and Cola and must be served in a can. I immediately wondered where the hell it came from? I have not seen one local drinking establishment while I've been here.
Before I came here I told J that I like turkey and lettuce sandwiches. Now, for lunch, I get a chicken sandwich and a lettuce sandwich. I don't know if there was some kind of confusion or if this is an En Zed thing I am unaware of. Lettuce sandwiches are not bad though (toast bread, butter, and lettuce). I quite enjoyed them until I found a worm in the lettuce. Now, I feel a bit hesitant. All that day I found the worm I felt sick and would swear I could feel a worm crawling in my belly even though the first half I ate was probably clean.
I also ate lamb the other night for dinner. It was alright. I thought it tasted too much like I was eating a little white flully lamb. I kept thinking about "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" when Matthew McConaughey cooks the lamb for Kate Hudson trying to impress her and all she does is cry and holds of a piece singing Mary had a Little Lamb.
I ate my first hot cross bun too. I didn't know such a thing existed. I thought they were just for the song new players learned on the recorder. It's like a dessert bun. It's sort of spicy with fruit in it and an icing cross on the top. I guess they appear in stores starting at Christmas and remain until after Easter.
Vegetables are HUGE here. I have eaten (as Kevin, another IU student here would say) 246354564 vegetables since I've been here. We eat them every night! Steam vegetables! We also ate them in hamburger meat (at least I think it was) along with the normal veggies there was cauliflower, broccoli, squash and pumpkin in it. Pretty good though. We also eat small potatoes every night. So those carbs squash out the healthiness of all the veggies.
A boy student last week was rough housing with another at lunch. I walked by with the HOD of English and she yelled at them. The boy turned around and promptly goes, "He right hit me in the balls though, Miss!" It's only funny to me the American because imagine hearing someone say that with a British accent which sounds all polite but the content is not. Plus, the way the boy said "balls" like it was nothing was funny. Usually you'd think they'd skirt around that word and use something more acceptable.
It was like when I was leading a discussion and this girl (I can't remember the question) but she goes "I think he wanted to take the puss right out of her!" I paused, and go "Wait... what?! Are you supposed to say that?!" The whole class laughed more at me than her saying something inappropriate. I'm not entirely sure what it means but I can guess.
The kids also keep trying to say that shit is kiwi slang and they should be able to use it whenever they want. Please.
Two days ago a girl came into class and goes "Mrs. K! I learned a new word! WIGGER!" I froze in my seat and was thinking omgomgomgomgomgomg. Hoping it is used differently here. But nope, sure enough she goes "It's a white person and n*gger! A white n*gger!(It's even tough for me to TYPE that word). Seriously, I was sweating by the time she finished. She has no idea what the word means and how offensive it can be. I don't think they quite even understand how harsh and demoralizing the "n" word is. They don't have the history here like other places do to understand it. It's just like how they have a really hard time with "The Crucible." Witch hunts are uncomprehensible to them.
I just figured out two nights ago that there is an electric blanket on my bed. Mind you I have made up my bed while I've been here and I have no idea why I didn't put two and two together. It's really nice when the sun is out during the day but in between it is chilly. Especially in the back of the house where my room is. The electric blanket is WONDERFULLNESS. I'm ticked it took me so long to figure it out.
I was having a nice little chat with the principal in the teachers lounge. I don't have a classroom so I sort of wander about sometimes. I just got done drinking coffee which I put too much mix in so I was practically vibrating, not shaking, from all the caffeeine. Anyway, he asked if my school were rural or urban. For the LIFE of me. I could not say rural! It kept coming out a sloppy mess or too many R's and L's. It was awful. I tried three times and embarrassed I gave up. He was looking at me like, "oh you poor girl." He also laughed pretty hard though. Hopefully with me and not AT me. Then the word statistics came up. I knew I was going to have to say it and was already peein' my pants in anticipation a little, welp, wouldn't ya know, when I did have to say it, it was a mush of s's and t's. WAY to impress the principal, Leslie!
The teachers were talking during lunch and I was only vaguely paying attention so I wasn't quite sure what they were talking about. I kept hearing the words, premium nipple, and masterbation. So, I of course start listening more carefully trying to figure it out. Literally for about 15 minutes I kept thinking there is no way that this is what they are saying! It turned out to be "premier netball" and the "master station". Whew! Damn accents!
I wore heels for the first time yesterday and for some reason it was a VERY BIG deal. I don't understand. Why are heels at school such an oddity? There was another woman teacher there wearing calf length boots with a heel. Nobody made a fuss to her. I am short and look young. Adding a 3 inches by putting on a pair of heels is helpful! Plus, I have great shoes. They should be worn! And no, most the time my feet don't hurt, and yes, I CAN walk in them. (well, you know what I mean.)
This morning I was playing with the cat my host family has. I was flinging her around in the air being stupid. Well, I scared her and she put her claws out. Her stupid claws got STUCK in my FACE! I had to pull them out! I now look like I have two big unslightly pimples above my lip.