emphasise.

Not happy.

Why is it that when I make the quite embarrassing effort to go up to a teacher to introduce myself in the second week of term in a very clear British accent, explaining I am an exchange student, I am still later on met with those very condescending two letters, 'sp', when I use the English - no, wait - the correct spelling of words from a language which was only adopted as the official language of this country some 240 years ago? Would Chaucer have spelt 'emphasise' with a 'z'? Why should I have to change my spelling and grammar, in an attempt to squeeze a couple of extra marks out of an essay, only to have to go home to Manchester in September to start writing a dissertation in real English? Why do some professors really think it necessary in their roles as educators to correct spellings which are clearly due to cultural difference rather than mistake or ignorance?

Stage 2 of culture shock (according to Wikipedia and seconded by NCSU in our induction talks back in January):

"After some time (usually three months but sometimes sooner or later, depending on the individual), differences between the old and new culture become apparent and may create anxiety. 

Excitement may eventually give way to new and unpleasant feelings of frustration and anger as one continues to have unfavorable events that may be perceived as strange and offensive of one's cultural sensitivity. 

Language barrier, stark differences in public hygiene, traffic safety, food accessibility and quality may heighten the sense of disconnection from the surrounding."

Well, I guess I can't say they didn't warn us. I find this spelling of emphasise very offensive of my cultural sensitivity indeed. 

Okay okay rant over! 

A few pictures of last weekend for you to lighten the mood - some stolen frat paddles and a lovely valentines card from my Mum, depressingly marking my first Feb 14th alone for a good 5 or 6 years... Who needs a boyfriend when you have a mother who sends you cash in a soppy hallmark card in the post anyway? Gotta love her.

x

Listening to: The Swimming Song by Loudon Wainwright III. 

- Lovely song which reminds me of the Beckleberry ladies back in Newcastle and our happy festival times.

Have a listen here.