You Know You're Sort of British When...

On the three week and one day anniversary of anything, it is always good to take stock, right? So here it goes:

You know you're sort of British when...

• You don't have to soak your feet at night anymore to reduce the swelling from walking everywhere.
• You stop responding to "Cheers" with "Cheers for what?"
• Your life stops flashing before your eyes when the bus passes inches from your face.
• You don't have to spend 10 minutes looking at the coins before giving the cashier your money. 
• You realistically reach for your rainboots in the morning instead of your flip flops. Even if its sunny and bright out. You know better by now. 
• You start saying "Wot" instead of "What?"
• Someone buys into you faking that you actually know where you are going by stopping to ask you for directions.
• You stop converting everything in your head to dollars. 
• Your loud voice has become a whisper

You know you're still an American when....

• You still reach for a Diet Coke instead of tea.
• You consider bringing the British the good news of the invention of chocolate chips, to which they should certainly subscribe. 
• You miss one-dollar bills. Coins are way too jingly. 
• You can't bring yourself to ask where the "toilet" is. "Bathroom" seems so much more...well, less obvious!
• You keep calling your pants pants, not trousers. 
• You randomly start singing the American national anthem.

You know you go to Oxford when your school looks like this:

Go Christ Church!

And you especially know that you are in for a once-in-a-lifetime semester when your weekend travels consist of this! 

Ciao Italia!