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At the beginning I was in shock from the new, and for me unknown, things that England has to offer. It all started with the lady at the airport, who sold me a bottle of water and wished me a nice day with a brilliant smile. Such a small gesture might seem unimportant at first, but it is just so different from the saleswomen in the Czech Republic, who would not smile at even the nicest customers. I have a feeling like British people have some sort of a genetic predisposition to being friendly, nice and easy-going.

I have also found out that they love overusing certain phrases, with which they can react to pretty much anything. A perfect example of this phenomenon is the phrase “fair enough”. You can say it to anything and it clearly shows what they think or do about any of your decisions: “Do whatever you want, I don't care”.

So far the biggest issue that I am dealing with here is my life in the halls and the way things are with my flatmates. Usually they are people who have lived with their mommies until now, who are used to everything being served right under their noses, who basically just don't know how to take care of themselves properly. Mainly because of the fact that they are not sure how to do many things, they seem to go berserk and not do things sensibly. After my experience at Open Gate with living in the dorms for a prolonged period of time without my parents and thus not receiving this kind of neat care I have already gotten used to life on my own and maybe that's why some of the practises of my flatmates seem very unreal to me. I didn't have much luck to which flat I was assigned to, because my it is full of people belonging in the group of the so called “lads”. I have to admit that it took me quite some time before I was able to understand what that means, but simply said it's a group of British boys, who dont respect women, always have alcohol in their bloodstream and are generally quite rude. On the other hand, I had found it better to have better relations with them, than to have quarrels, but their 4am loud returns to the flat is still something I have a trouble accepting. Well, lads.

Other than a few negative aspects of my life here I am doing great. The University education is so much fun, mainly because i am actually doing what I want to (and I am enjoying it to the fullest). The only thing that is bothering me a little bit is that I miss home. I could really use a Saint Martin duck right now or any other typical Czech food to fill me up. I can't wait to get back home and experience some good goulash soup and even the unpleasant encounters of the Czech saleswomen.