Borat IRL

There are some things that are better kept secret. But if there is one thing you learn in American Party Culture 101 is "their way, or the highway". Basically: do what everyone else does or go get lost.  And since I don't know if talking about all the times I've broken the law on a public blog is the smartest thing, I'll use the card that'll give me immunity: Allegedly.  So, to give you a bit of context, the legal drinking age in America is 21. I was 19. Therefore... I figured it out. Allegedly.  I love arts and crafts. It really lets you reinvent yourself, maybe even helps you find a new identity, and opens lots of doors for you. Like the doors of bars. That I managed to get in. Allegedly.  To be honest, there is nothing exciting about bars that deserve more than a couple of sentences so I'll be short because there's better things coming up. So, bars: quite fun, cheap drinks, people dancing suggestively. Let's move on.  In...

Like many of you probably still do, I once believed the only food America had to offer was burgers and fries, and the occasional cheap cheese pizza. Topped with an XL Coke.  I was wrong, and so are you.  America has many of what I'll call "subcultures". Therefore, when I went to South Carolina, I was introduced to Southern culture and therefore Southern food. And let me tell you, some of those dishes showed me a whole new world.  Some people would call me fat and lazy because I have eaten out more than I have cooked during the year I was there, but I like to call myself a food connoisseur, a cuisine enthusiast, a taste bud mentor.  And because of this bad habit, I tried some American delicacies I still think about when I get super hungry.  So yes, burgers are nice and Coke is fun, but at some point we all need to grow up.  Which is why I spent most of my lunches at Chick-Fil-A. And drank an Arnold Palmer any chance I'd get. You can't say ch...

There's a lot of pros and cons to living in a dorm. In my case, I wasn't given a choice so that saved me some time but it definitely didn't save me some money. Dorms are expensive. Like not cute expensive where you get your moneys worth by having a nice little room in the middle of campus. They're "I'm gonna make you suffer" expensive.  I didn't have a choice. I had to live on campus, that was part of the exchange. You can imagine my disapointment when I opened the door to my room just to find something that looked like a room from a mental hospital. It was small. So small. At that point I almost would have rather slept in the elevator of the building.   I payed about 4,000$/semester (3 and a half months, not even 6) for a bed in a shared room and a bathroom I was sharing with 3 other girls. It's safe to say I was definitely not king in the castle.  That wasn't even the worst part. One kitchen. 2 fridges. For the whole ...