Out of Towners

I got to talk today with two girls who are studying abroad here from England. We talked alot about cultural differences and sterotypes both countires have of the other country. While they said that Americans are very proud of their country, schools, ect (which in my opinion is a very good things), we commented on how they have horrible food.

Their views on political issues, such as health care, were very intersting. They felt that the government needs to controle what the people do and they need to make decsions and interject with people's lives. It's probably safe to say that most Americans do not want their government heavily involved in their lives.

We talked about a lot of things, some serious, some less serious (their spring break trip to Hawaii, and how they went to New York and didn't go see the Statue of Liberty) and when I left there today I really felt like I had learned something.

It's easy to make judgments, complain, and assume things without doing your homework. But you can really learn alot from talking to people, especially if they're from another country. People can be a valuable resource and we should remember to learn from each other because not everything can be found out in a book or on the internet.

That was the lesson I learned today.

A Picture of NYC

While on a school trip to New York, we had to describe a scene that we witnessed. Mine was about a man falling...

With a sea of black coats, bags, pants, and shirts swarming in front of me, I tried to avoid the pizza size pot-hole on the sidewalk in front of me. Unfortunately, the man with legs as long as my entire body did not see the unusually large hole in front of him. The non-human noise he let out as his legs gave out under him got the attention of the sea I was lost in they all turned to his direction.
Two round police men were standing on the other size of the Grand Canyon he fell into and as he was on this way down, the cops were standing as stiff as two statues.
I heard his first knee crunch on the side walk, followed by another cat-like yelp from the man. His shoulder made contact next which forced him into a barrel roll onto his side. The momentum from his fall carried him all the way to the feet of the two statues who had now managed to gaze down to their feet where the man was sprawled out.
The first police man asked him if he got coffee on his shiny black shoes. The second police man looked away like he couldn’t be bothered with people who don’t pay attention while they walk. The man shot upwards like nothing had happened and bragged to no one that he had managed to keep every drop of his hazelnut coffee in his cup.

The New Girl

Being new to the blogging, and this being my first post, I would like to introduce myself and my blog. My name is Amanda and I'm a college student studying business-makering and journalism. My goal for when I gradute is to own my own boutique (hence the interest in fashion) and be filthy rich. My blog is here to talk about what i love; shirts, shoes, bags, jeans, jewlery and everything in between.

I welcome any kind of feedback (as long as you're nice, and praising my incredible work) and would love ideas to talk about.

Thanks for reading,
Amanda