My first month in Manchester
When I arrived from Ohio, I thought I spoke the same language as everyone here. I was wrong, well, partly. On my first day, my landlord said my flat was on the first floor. I climbed one set of stairs and found the wrong door, because in the UK the 'first floor' is what I call the second floor. At lunch, I asked for chips and got fries. When I wanted chips, I had to ask for 'crisps'.
My classmates laughed, but kindly, and they asked me to teach them American words too. Now we have a list on the classroom wall: 'lift/elevator', 'queue/line', 'rubbish/trash'. Nobody's words are 'more correct'. They are just different ways of living the same language.
(Blog post by an American exchange student)
Ao relatar suas experiências, o autor do blog conclui que as diferenças entre o inglês britânico e o americano