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Cultural Differences

Please, Mr. Postman, some customer service

The post office often gets a bad rap. Long lines, grumpy workers, and ever-more-expensive postage. Despite this, I love snail mail: the little joy of opening up a card or package is one that I enjoy giving and receiving. My grandma sent me...
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It doesn’t count until you write it down

I rarely leave home without a yellow tablet of paper that contains my life's to-do's separated into quadrants. My hyper-organization is a result of my awful memory; if I don't write it down, I absolutely wouldn't remember anything. It's also the...
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The bitter aftertaste of trying new things

Before leaving for France, I swore that I was going to be openminded and try all sorts of new things. While I haven't gone back on my word, I'm realizing that openmindedness comes at a price: the awful aftertaste of something that just wasn't that...
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Mastering the art of French waiting

Confession: I hate waiting. I am the girl who is constantly checking her watch, annoyingly tapping her foot, scowling at the person who is holding up the line. I despise being late, wasting time, not having things go my way. It is not my finest...
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