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Everyone I meet might not be Hugh Grant

There’s a funny thing about the British, they all sound incredible educated. and polite. and correct.

But what about that helpful cashier at the supermarket missing his teeth? Yes, yes he’s definitely sophisticated. Or that boy in the bar that told me I was a gorgeous lass?  Yes, must be a Oxford grad. Or that women that bumped into me, “watch out, love.” What a sweet lady.

Wait, what? Missing teeth? Creepy pick-up lines? I need to train myself how to separate dreamy accents from actual meaning.

Now that I’ve lived in London for a month, I’m starting to pick up on physical cues and decipher British dialogue appropriately to situational factors, not the dreamy accents. When I begin interning with Yahoo! UK, I imagine my supervisors will assign me tasks or provide constructive criticism and I need to be prepared to interpret the accents and extract true meaning.

In my Global Promotional Strategies class, we watched six different business people attempt to work together to solve a problem for their brand. The different ethnicities and customs of the six global employees emphasized the value of understanding other cultures. Hopefully I can continue to pursue a career in global communications; perhaps working with European media to attain top tier media coverage across international publications or developing social media strategies in an Asian country.

The more I expose myself to British and international cultures, the more I learn. In addition to going out to pubs, where it’s often hard to hold a coherent conversations, I find myself drawn to wandering around the Museum of Natural History in the afternoons, or walking around the Financial District post 5pm.

This past week I celebrated Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, at Imperial College, a local British University. Chatting with Jews from Brazil, Russia, Paris, Germany and dozens of other regions inspired me to become a global citizen. Even though we spoke different languages, we all sang the same Jewish melodies and prayers. Smiling at each other, we were happy to come together as a religious community for a few hours, speaking the same universal language.

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