For the first year ever, I was lucky enough to be the only one out of 34 scholars to not be from America. My transition of being the only Brit in my American University, to now being the only Brit, all be it still in Britain, but within the american group of scholars. Sounds confusing but I promise you it’s fantastic. I spent four years learning the americanisms to now being able to explain to the others what things like quid, tenner, baked beans, monster munch and a fry up meant.
I loved it. I was the middle man trying to order taxis and setting up bank accounts as I was considered the local and could understand the true Belfast accent. I love helping the other Americans out as I have been the one who was helped out constantly when I was at my American University. I’ve only been helpless once, in County Cork away at a golf tournament where I could understand about one word in every six, but the man was so nice we managed to have a laugh about it. So for the fourth time in a day where Mac mistakingly says “The American Scholars” by mistake I smile and realise what a great achievement it is to be a Victory Scholar. I’m the anomaly and am loving every second.
