Walk This Way, Talk This Way

Street View of Glasgow. Cars drive on the left side of the road and are allowed to park facing either way when parking on the streets. This was hard to adjust to when crossing the streets because you have to swap which direction cars are coming from.

Culture shock is defined as “the feeling of disorientation experienced by someone who is suddenly subjected to an unfamiliar culture, way of life, or set of attitudes.” This can be physical like altitude sickness experienced by people who move to Colorado and aren’t used to the “Mile High City”. It can also be mental or emotional if someone is not used to the directness and “rudeness” of people in New York. However, moving to an entirely different country comes with a culture shock in all forms. Moving to Glasgow made me feel like a fish out of water. The streets not only had such different names but they seemed to go in every direction. It took a full week just to get my bearings of North, East, South, and West. The food was completely different. Grocery stores and department stores were always a game of roulette because you don’t know what products they have. I was used to going to Walmart or Target and doing all my shopping for home goods, toiletries, groceries, and electronics in one stop, but you don’t see huge warehouses here, only small shops the size of a dollar tree. I’m not sure if it is “American” of me to need to find a comparison of everything here to a place back home but I do. I compare grocery stores to Safeway and drug stores to Walgreens. It seems to help manage the “shock”. Now that I’ve settled into my home in Glasgow I have an array of cultural differences worth sharing.

Burger King in Edinburgh Scotland. Every now and then we see fast food restaurants from America that have made it international. We have found Burger King, Subway, McDonald’s, and Domino’s frequently here.

People are Insanely Generous: I always thought the stereotype of Americans being rude was blown out of proportion but it’s pretty accurate. People are so kind and easygoing in Glasgow. It seems like people always genuinely want to help you. They don’t stare and they are always greeting people with smile. Most importantly for a study abroad student such as myself they don’t get annoyed or make you feel stupid when you don’t understand something. I expected lots of embarrassing moments moving to a new country but every time I would sheepishly ask a question or try to make it look like I knew what I was doing there was always a Scottish person willing to help. On the first day of one of my public policy classes I was sitting at a table with five other girls who all seemed to know each other since they were talking about their weekends and other classes when I sat down. They didn’t pay me much attention at first, but to my surprise they did not glare at me for intruding on their socializing which was honestly what I thought they would do. The teacher began class and explained the course handbook (their term for syllabus). When we broke out into groups to discuss and introduce ourselves the girls were very interested in me. They listened when I talked about the U.S. and being a study abroad student. They also asked me many questions and not just to make small talk, they were genuinely interested. I told the girl next to me that I didn’t really understand one of the assignments for class because we’ve never really done something like that in America. She immediately pulled up on her computer the same assignment but for a different class that she took last semester. She was so excited as she explained the whole assignment. She let me read her work and everything. I think in America people are less inclined to go the extra mile like this girl when helping others. I know I can rely on fellow students in my classes at DU but the way this girl was so excited and thorough in her explanation, I could see a difference. On another account, my friend and I went to a fish and chips restaurant near campus shortly after we arrived in Glasgow. Some of the items on the menu were unfamiliar to us so when we ordered and the waitress was asking questions about our meals, we looked at each other in confusion. She immediately sensed this and went into a full explanation of what we were ordering. She spoke clearly to make sure we understood her accent and even though she had about eight other tables to tend to, she took the time to make sure we got what we wanted. I am a server in the United States and even though I work hard to provide good, thorough service to my tables, if I were busy like her, I don’t know if I would have the patience to explain a dish that is so typical for me to someone who didn’t completely understand it. Her kindness is something I will never forget but it is probably her ordinary lifestyle. I could tell a thousand more stories about the kindness of servers, teachers, students, bartenders, grocery store workers, etc. but I suppose I should move onto other cultural differences.

Language Barriers: People in Scotland speak english so there is not so much of a language barrier as there is accent barrier. When people hear my American accent they tend to slow down and speak more clearly. The only time we run into problems is when the person speaks very quickly because their Glaswegian accent is so thick. However, similar to how people from around America have different accents (i.e. Boston, New York, Mid-West, South) people from different places in Scotland also talk differently. For instance, people from Fife sound more American than Glaswegian and are often mistaken as American. There is also an array of slang and different verbiage used in Glasgow. For example…

• “Wee” means small or slight. Example: “Take a wee sit over there for a second”

• “Sitting in or taking away” is the equivalent of “For here or to-go”.

• “I could not be bothered” means I was taking a break or I was not paying attention

• “Cheers” is a farewell used anywhere and anytime

• “Rubbish” means trash or garbage

• “Aye” is the term for yes. This is my favorite 🙂

Alcohol Awareness: Alcohol is just not that big of a deal. Don’t get me wrong, everyone drinks in Scotland. Beer and Scotch is huge and there are more pubs than any other store, but drinking is not a big deal. The drinking age in Scotland is 18 so by the time most students get to college they have already had their big celebrations of being able to drink in public. As a result, amnesty laws are not a thing. Also, during the first few weeks of school there were no alcohol awareness courses for freshman and no discussions of the sort. Of course it is still important to stay safe when going out but it’s not common for kids to get “black out drunk” or “puke and rally”. Drinks are also not as strong here. In America, a shot is about 1 to 1.5 ounces whereas in Scotland a shot is only 0.75 to 1 ounce and they definitely stick to that measurement. It seems like here alcohol culture is common sense whereas in America we can never really keep it in moderation. I think this says a lot about how Scottish culture views responsibility. For them, bigger is not better.

Tipping: America has a huge tipping culture. As a server and someone who has worked in food service my whole life, I tend to tip on the heavier side where a twenty percent tip is the absolute minimum. So imagine how difficult it was for me to get used to not tipping at all in the UK. At most restaurants it isn’t an option to tip. The servers here don’t need tips because it is accounted for in their wages. I was at a cafe doing some homework one Saturday morning and the bartender was very friendly. We were chatting about drinks, studying abroad, and he was giving me some good advice for visiting the Scottish highlands. When I was paying for my drinks, I saw a man sitting a few chairs down from me give the bartender a tip. I asked the bartender if they accept tips and he chuckled saying absolutely. I almost felt rude assuming not to tip, but I had not seen any sort of tipping in the first three weeks I had been in Glasgow. My bill was £12 and I had already paid with my card so I needed to tip in cash. I only had £10 in cash on me. This was no problem. The bartender had given me excellent service and like I said I tend to be a big tipper. I gave the bartender the £10 which he took and asked how much I would like back. I said it was all for him and the other bartender, they had done an excellent job. He was appalled. His mouth literally dropped and in a stern tone he said he could absolutely not accept it. I laughed and told him that would be very acceptable in America and he should just take it. He ran to the cash drawer and gave me £5 back in cash saying that £5 was plenty. The bartenders were very grateful and I said goodbye. This was so interesting to me. I knew my tip was a lot but in America a big tip is taken as a compliment. As a server when I get nice tips I show my gratitude and move on with my day whereas in Glasgow they would literally not accept it. If I had not told them I was American, they would have probably thought it was offensive.

Breakfast from a restaurant called The Brunch Club in Glasgow. Eggs Benedict and French Toast are popular breakfast dishes in the United Kingdom.

Glasgow is a perfect balance for me. Sometimes I often think about if I had studied in Spain or Rome in a romantic city with warm weather and famous landmarks like the colosseum but I’m very happy where I am. Scotland has little reminders of home that keep me grounded while also being so different I am pushed out of my comfort zone in the best way. At first, it was difficult not being able to find corn tortillas or being able to hit the Chick-Fil-A drive thru for lunch on a busy day, but being able to speak english, see the mountains on the horizon, watch the leaves turn in the fall, and use the same shampoo and conditioner that I use at home are perfect for some stability. It’s important to hold onto your roots and be proud of them. My roots are in Colorado and I have so much pride knowing I came from a beautiful place. I know I’m lucky to be able to experience another culture, but I will always want to share my roots with the people I meet here because my roots made me who I am and they allowed me to go on this amazing journey.

Street View of the city Inverness in Northern Scotland.

Leaving on a Jet Plane…

I have moved 12 times in my life. 10 of those moves were before I turned fifteen. Colorado to Montana to Idaho back to Colorado and over again, but none of that prepared me for moving abroad to Glasgow, Scotland. I came to Glasgow with my best friend. We did not plan it that way, we just have the same major, and Glasgow was our top choice program. This gave me a sense of stability as I prepared to depart from Colorado. I have never lived away from my family before; I stayed in state for college for that very reason. I knew it would be hard and I was afraid. Maybe that’s why I procrastinated packing until two days before I left. I feared being homesick. Little did I know, you don’t get a choice of being homesick or not.

Everyone came to the airport to send me off. My mom, my mom’s boyfriend, my grandma, and my boyfriend. We fit as many people as possible into Nana’s Toyota Rav 4. I tried not to cry the whole way to the airport but every few minutes a tear would slip out. I rushed through the goodbyes as fast as possible trying and failing to keep it together. I was shaking as I watched their car drive away. I was still sad as my best friend, and I made our way through security, but I didn’t understand why. I remember watching the sunset as I sat at my gate thinking to myself “I had already said my goodbyes so why was I still upset?” The plane ride from Denver to London was 9 hours. We arrived at 11:30am and the first thing I noticed when we flew in was the cars on the highway, they were all driving on the left side of the road. It was something small, but it looked so funny to me. Due to British Airways strikes our flights got switched around a month before we left, and we got stuck with an 8-hour layover at London Heathrow Airport. We got food and took turns sleeping while we waited for the flight. I watched the sunset at the gate again, and I wondered if I was going to feel this sadness every time I watched the sun go down. By the time we arrived in Glasgow, we were exhausted. It was 11:30pm when we got into our flat. The whole building was quiet. We were so tired but due to the 7-hour time change, there was no way we could sleep. We ordered Domino’s pizza (of all things) using a coupon we got in our welcome package and began settling in. I remember going to sleep that night I felt odd. I was safe and I was comfortable, but I was sad. I wondered if I was going to feel homesick the whole time I was in Glasgow.

Being the problem solver I am, my mind immediately went to how I could leave early from the program. During finals weeks there were no classes so maybe I could go home sooner than planned, maybe I could change my flight, maybe I could change my boyfriend’s flight so that he could visit me sooner, maybe I couldn’t do this. These thoughts and emotions lasted over a week. I felt physically sick too. I was dizzy and nauseous all the time. I was tired at every hour of the day even after the jet lag wore off. I had headaches and it seemed like this sickness was not getting better. After the third or fourth day of complaining to my best friend she said it was all in my head. I was so offended. Why would she tell me I was making this stuff up? I really did not feel good. But after thinking about it and doing a quick google search I realized she was right. I was homesick.

I was trying to ignore my feelings because I thought it was so stupid for a 20-year-old college student to be homesick less than 7 days after leaving home but that was the truth. Recognizing my feelings was the cure. I remember the conversation I had with myself. I had to tell myself that I deserved this experience. I have worked hard in school and worked hard to financially afford going abroad. I reminded myself that I can do hard things and I am brave enough for this challenge. Once I accepted my homesickness it became easier to manage. After about two weeks I was so intrigued with exploring Glasgow and the surrounding area that the melancholy had worn off. School started and we began taking trips to places around Scotland and Europe making time fly by. My advice to those worried about being away from home is to accept those emotions before you leave. I fooled myself by thinking that after the goodbyes at DIA, everything would be fine. It takes time and a good pep talk before you feel better. The homesickness doesn’t last forever, and the more accepting you are the easier it will be. This may seem like a sad story but it’s not. I am so grateful that I have something in my life that is hard to say goodbye to and they will be right there waiting for me when I get back. Homesickness is not a bad thing, it’s a reminder to appreciate the blessings of family and friends. Everyone needs to be humbled like that occasionally.

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University of Glasgow Campus
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Glasgow West End District near the University of Glasgow

Pieces of advice to prepare for arrival:

  • Get a UK phone plan: I can’t speak for people who are studying in places other than the UK but Giff Gaff is a must. Phone plans in the UK range from £10-£20 a month. My best friend and I suspended our Verizon phone plan in The United States for three months (That is the longest you can suspend it) and ordered sim cards from a mobile company called Giff Gaff. My card was £15 which got me 30 GB of Data in the UK and 5 GB of roaming data in European Union countries. This plan also had unlimited texting and calling. Verizon abroad plans are about $300 per month with strict limits on data, texting, and calling so this saved a lot of money. All we had to do was switch out the sim cards at the London airport during our layover and we were good to go. Just don’t lose your US carrier sim card, you’ll need that when you return!
  • Pack light: There’s no way you will be able to know everything you are going to need while abroad and checking bags is expensive. You will also buy a lot of things once abroad like medicine, clothes, beauty products, hair products, souvenirs, kitchenware, cleaning supplies, etc. My best advice is to focus on clothes and leave behind the shoes. How many times are you really going to wear those boots? When you arrive don’t get carried away with bathroom products, kitchenware, and cleaning supplies. You can’t bring back all those pots, pans and wine openers so stick to the basics.
  • Buy a crockpot: One fantastic investment that my roommate and I made was a small £20 crockpot. It made dinners so easy. There are tons of cheap and easy crockpot recipes that make lots of leftovers. We used our crockpot at least 3-4 times a week which saved us so much money in eating out.
  • Don’t ship anything: Due to some harsh procrastination, I did not go to the doctor until three days before I left for Glasgow. When the doctor said I needed new glasses and contacts I was stressed because there was no way I was going to get them ordered and delivered before I left. I didn’t have my UK address yet, so my mom and I planned for her to ship my contacts to me when they were delivered to our apartment. They were just contacts so they can’t be that expensive. We were wrong. For an envelope with a three-month supply of contacts plus shipping insurance, UPS charged nearly $200. This already hurt our wallets but then when they were delivered the courier charged me another $90. So, you may say to yourself while packing “In the worst case we can ship this to me.” This is a big mistake. I could have waited and ordered my contacts when I got to Glasgow, but hindsight is always 20/20.

The Summer leading up to my departure from the United States I would tell people that I was studying abroad for three and a half months, and it seemed like every time they would ask me the same question: “Are you excited?”. And every time I would nod my head yes and say, “I’m so excited, it is going to be so much fun.” But I always felt a little fake every time I gave that response. I actually wanted to say, “I’m excited, but I’m nervous, scared, and anxious too.” I always felt like that was not the right answer. But now I don’t think there is a right answer. It sounds cliché and cheesy but it’s true. I learned that it’s okay to be afraid if it does not confine you. Studying abroad is brave. It may come easier to some people than others but at the end of the day no matter who you are, it is courageous because you are choosing to challenge yourself in every way possible. So, whether your struggle is homesickness, not being able to eat fast food for lunch every day, making new friends, taking classes in a different language, or just not knowing the name of the street you live on, know that all it takes is a little courage. There is always fear, but the response is what matters.

This photo was taken on my birthday six days after we arrived to Scotland. This is the Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh, Scotland.