Life
By Courtney Kessler
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January 23, 2008
London is really cold. The weather in London is terrible. London is so expensive. You will get mad cow disease if you eat the meat.
These are just a few of the frankly horrifying stereotypes of London I heard before leaving for my semester abroad.
While my other friends were hearing, "You'll love Valencia," or "Sienna is the most amazing place on earth," I was bid farewell with completely mixed reviews about a city I had never visited.
Through my column this semester, I hope to dispel or confirm these stereotypes by relaying some of my personal experiences to my faithful audience (cough, Mom and Dad, cough).
This week's stereotype is a more positive one: "British people are so nice."
Upon hearing this statement, I was a little more uplifted before my departure to the Motherland, but one of my first encounters with a Brit was not so pleasant.
After queuing up (the British version of getting in line) at a local pub, I was waiting to place my order for a nice cold Guinness when two bartenders simultaneously became available.