The two week period in which I pretty much only conversed with Americans has completely undone my language progress. It’s annoying because by interacting only with my American mother and husband, I lose my hard-earned vocabulary. And I end up in embarassing situations…
More than once this week–and it’s only tuesday, mind you–I ordered ‘toe-may-toe’ soup with the man at the counter completely befuddled. The rhythm of the shop suddenly stops and most people look. At me. Ugh.
“You mean toe-mah-toe soup?”
“Yes, yes, yes”
Worse, though, last week, I asked the Head of my School at the University to refund a student for his gas.
(Head to desk)
I meant petrol, people. Petrol. I have no idea about my student’s level of flatulence.
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