My Wee Scottish Dictionary

I have wanted to do this all semester, and I am thrilled to finally be writing it! Sure, everyone speaks English in Scotland, but there are quite a few words and phrases in the vocabulary that are really different. Here's a list of a few that I've picked up while I've been here (Scottish readers, feel free to comment on any incorrect definitions!):

Hiya!: this is the most common greeting, and it's always said really cheerfully! I already miss hearing it when I walk into
wee: this is the adjective for everything. Of course it means "small," but it's used for things that aren't small....I've heard people say "Let's have a wee cup of tea and a wee chat in that wee shop around the corner." It's just thrown in everywhere, and can sort of mean something akin to "casual." Going out for a "wee cuppa coffee" means a casual conversation.
sorted: (pronounced "sore-ed", just drop your t sound....when I first heard it I thought people were saying "sordid" and I was really confused) This refers to being all set, everything's worked out or come together nicely. You might talk about someone who's really "got it together" by saying "She's just so sorted!", or when something good works out for your friend it's used as a happy exclamation: "Aw, sorted!!"
gutted: (like "sorted, drop your t--"guh-ed") This means you're devastated or disappointed. It's also used when someone has just made fun of you or cracked a good joke at your expense, like "Oooh, gutted!" (a bit like "Burn" or "Oh snap" in the States).
"having a laugh": someone is just kidding around. This can also be said to mean having a good time together, "We were having some good laughs tonight."
"taking the mick": When you get teased or someone is having a laugh at your expense, they are "taking the mick out of you," like they're really getting you good.
mental: an adjective to describe anything crazy, wild, extraordinary.
brilliant: the most positive adjective, to describe anything wonderful and great
mingin': an adjective for anything gross, nasty, ugly...I've heard my girl friends say many a time,"Oh man, my hair is mingin' today!"
well
/dead /proper: All intensifying words that are used in a very different way in America....for example, my first week I heard someone say they were "proper sick" (to mean they were seriously ill) or to say "I'm well tired," meaning they were really, really exhausted. "Dead" is a really common intensifier, like "That's dead exciting!" or the most well known exclaimation in Glasgow, "Pure dead brilliant!" I must say, I do love to hear someone say that something is "well cool."
hen: a term of endearment for women. One time a cashier said to me, "Alright there hen, have a nice day" and it startled me for a second! Fun Fact: Scottish bachelorette parties are called the bride's "hen night."
aye: yes
cheers!: this is not only used as a toast, but also to say "thanks." On my first day moving into my dorm, I held the door open for a guy and he said "Aw, cheers!" and I was pretty confused!
"how are you finding...": Someone asked me at least once a week, "How are you finding Scotland?" or "How are you finding your classes?" They don't mean "how are you locating," but rather, "How are you getting on, how do you like it, what do you think of it?"
chat: this is not just a verb, but a noun...it's quite common to say "Yea, we had some good chat tonight" or "Want to go out for a coffee and a wee chat?"
knackered: tired, exhausted
"that's you": means you're finished, you're done, you're all figured out/tied up loose ends. For instance, around exam time, people would ask, "So one more paper and that's you?"
Baltic: used to describe really cold weather: "Better wrap up, it's Baltic outside!"
"the craic": (pronounced "crack," which is what makes it hilarious) this is without a doubt the funniest Scottish word I have learned. It is a really broad term that covers a lot. It can mean banter or good conversation...for instance, one of my friends likes to say "The craic was really flowing tonight!" or "Did you have some good craic yesterday?" You can also refer to a witty person as "good craic." I really cannot get over thinking about crack cocaine every time I hear it and I just laugh so hard (though that's not what it refers to at all!) In some parts of Scotland, it's also common to say "What's the craic?" as a greeting, meaning "What's up?" Once I was talking to a Scottish friend about my American friend who is a teacher, and she said "Oh, that must be great fun, to get the craic from all your students. Some good banter, eh?" Yet again, I died laughing. If an American teacher talked about getting crack from her students....well, it would mean something quite a bit different!

Returning to America

After three amazing months overseas, I am back. It has been quite an insane journey to get here!

Let me start Monday, 7 AM. That's when I woke up in Inverness, and I didn't really fully sleep again until 4 AM Wednesday morning in North Carolina. I took a bus back to Glasgow (which was beautiful and rather cold, in the thick snow) then packed like crazy all afternoon. It was a pretty amazing feat to cram everything from three months back into a few bags in a matter of about 4 hours. I locked up my room and headed over with all my bags to my friend's apartment to hang out for my last night.

Then at 9 PM, I received an email from British Airways, informing me that my flight to London at 7 AM the next morning had been canceled. Since my flight to America was flying out of London Heathrow at 12:00, I was essentially stranded in Glasgow. I was very thankful to be surrounded by a few good friends, because if I was alone I probably would have been twenty times more panicked and freaked out. My amazing friends consoled me with many cups of tea, Indian takeout food, and helping me call multiple airlines and travel agencies. After hours of being on the phone with ridiculously unhelpful people, we finally booked me a new, very expensive flight to London out of Edinburgh that flew out at 6:00 AM...meaning we had to drive about an hour and a half to Edinburgh at 3:30 AM, so we were essentially awake all night. At the airport, I was told that this flight (which was the only thing I could get at the last minute after BA canceled) would charge me eight pounds for every extra kilo of weight over 20 kilos, so I ended up paying over $300 dollars just to check my bags.

I landed at Heathrow at 8:00, and it took me three hours just to clear security. I finally flew out at 12, had a pretty sleepless flight, and landed in Chicago at 3:00 (American time), where it was POURING snow. My flight out of Chicago got delayed at least 4 times, meaning that I was stuck in O'Hare airport for six long, miserable hours until I could finally fly out about 10:00 PM. The airport was crowded, hot, and full of angry people whose flights had been cancelled and delayed...not really the kind of place you want to camp out for 6 hours. I finally arrived in Greensboro about 12:30 AM, and at home close to 4:00....

.....meaning I had been travelling almost 30 hours by the time I got home, and had been awake (besides a minor nap on the plane) for over 48 hours straight. I was nearly delirious. I slept for 14 hours today, and woke up around 5:30 PM. Needless to say, I'm feeling just a bit crazy right now. It's 11:00 PM as I'm typing this, but in Glasgow it's 4:00 AM, and that's still how I feel....like I should be asleep in Scotland.

I am very happy to see my family and to be safely home, but at the moment I just feel incredibly overwhelmed and sad and strange. You never cry that much when you actually say goodbye to people, because it feels like you're just going to see them again the next day.....it's when you actually get home that you realize they're really half the world away and just like that, they're gone, and in an instant, you're living a different life. It all becomes real, and that's when the tears finally come.

Highland Hospitality

I left Glasgow on Thursday morning (after the worst goodbye ever) and drove up to Inverness with my friend Suzie. Just as we left Glasgow it started snowing the biggest snowflakes I've ever seen, and it hasn't really stopped since then. Everything around us is covered in a deep blanket of snow. It's absolutely beautiful (and a little scary, since I need to get back to Glasgow tomorrow morning and the roads are totally covered)!
Anyway, the Highlands are amazing. I'm actually in a little village in the Black Isle called Fortrose, which is about a 15 minute drive from the city of Inverness. I think we're about 4 hours north of Glasgow. It's so beautiful out here, and it's a totally different side of Scotland from what I've seen before. It's right on the beach, but it's also surrounded by rolling pastures and snow capped mountains. I've never seen such a unique, lovely combination of scenery.

I've had a wonderful time with the MacLean family. I've probably eaten more food in the past few days than in my past three years of college combined. Pot roast, cheesecake, yorkshire pudding, chicken curry, lasagna, sticky toffee pudding, and at least 10 cups of tea everyday. Scots measure weight in "stones", and I was told before I came here that I would put on at least 2 stone (1 stone is equal to approx. 14 lbs). They were so right....

I've been enjoying warm fires, good chats, a night walk on the frozen beach, some black pudding and haggis I actually found delicious, a drive out to Loch Ness, and some Christmas shopping in the snow. Excellent times! Tomorrow (weather permitting) I'm headed back to Glasgow on a bus, where I'll be packing for America all day, then flying out early Tuesday morning. I really can't believe tomorrow will be my last day in Scotland....whoa. Time flies.

Road Trip with a Ring!


It's been such a crazy week. I'm pretty sure it's been a few weeks since I've gotten to bed before 3:00 AM or gotten more than 5 hours of sleep per night. When you realize you have such a limited time with people you love, you want to spend every minute with them (not to mention writing papers)! Yesterday was without a doubt one of the best days I've had since arriving in Scotland. I took an awesome road trip up to Glencoe with with all my best friends here, and we saw some of the most beautiful, majestic scenery I've ever seen. I'm still finding it hard to believe it was all real. The most exciting part of the day, though, was that the whole "road trip for the Americans" bit was really a decoy....my friend Roddy, who drove us, was proposing to my friend Fiona! We have been involved in planning the proposal for a couple of weeks now, so it's a marvelous relief to finally be able to let the secret out after a great deal of deception and sneaking about everywhere. She said yes, by the way, to a very romantic, elaborate, lovely proposal in a gorgeous little stone church in Glencoe. (sidenote: why have all my friends, at home and abroad, gotten engaged this year?! This is a crazy phenomenon and it just won't stop!)

It is such an honor to be involved in something like this....for friends to consider you such an important part of their life, even for such a short time, that they would want you to be a special part of a day they will remember forever. It was the last day I could spend with all of them together and it was one I'll never forget. I said goodbye to Fiona this morning and cried for quite some time.....BUT I hope it's not goodbye for too terribly long because I now have a pretty darn good excuse (a WEDDING) to come back to Scotland, and that's really thrilling. I'm excited to see my first wedding where the groom and the groomsmen are all in kilts!

At this moment, I am happy to be done with school and enjoying my last few days in Scotland up in the Highlands, staying with friends in Inverness and trying to get at least a few hours of sleep before going to see Loch Ness tomorrow (lookin' out for Nessie, of course....)

A time to plant, a time to uproot

Today was my last Sunday at my wonderful little church. We had a huge roast Christmas lunch, I started saying a few goodbyes and everyone asked how I felt about going back. I think I'm mostly in shock. Don't get me wrong, it will be SO, so wonderful to see my family and my dear friends again....but it also feels like I've barely been away, and now I'm leaving so many new friends behind. My semester is so short and it feels like I'm yanking up roots that I just planted. I will miss everyone and everything about Glasgow.

One more week in Scotland, and I think it will be a great one.

Cultural Education Moments of the Week

1) RUGBY. I watched rugby for the first time on Saturday, and I find it amazing. A Scottish friend told me a few weeks ago, "American football is basically like rugby for sissies." And now I understand his sentiment completely. It's a combination of some of the best elements of football, soccer, and even basketball, and it's the most violent sport I've ever watched. Did I mention they wear absolutely NO protective gear? No padding, no helmets, just soccer shorts and jerseys, and they are pretty much out there murdering each other. The action is way more nonstop and intense than any sport I've ever watched! I was impressed.

2) Ice-Skating! At Christmas time, George Square, the city center of Glasgow, is transformed into a giant winter festival, with tons of lights everywhere, a few carnival rides, a massive Christmas tree, and an ice skating rink! I went with some fellow international students this past weekend and we had a blast. The best part, by far, was helping my friend Kunal. Being from India, he's never had a chance to go ice-skating, so naturally he was pretty terrified! We finally convinced him to let go of the railing and let us try to teach him a few things, and his positive attitude made him a great learner.

3)My Chinese roommates made some amaaaazing fried rice this week and let me taste some.....I don't think eating Chinese takeout will ever be the same after eating the real deal. They are also teaching me some Chinese! I think they have trouble understanding why I like their language, but I keep trying to tell them how much I want to learn. So far I know these words/phrases: Mother, Father, My name is..., How are you?, I am good, Tofu, Tea, and Dumpling. I might not get too far in Shanghai with that, but they tell me I am a good learner, so that's a start!

4) Yesterday, I tried Mince Pie for the first time! It is a Scottish Christmas staple, and now I see why. I also made quite a fool out of myself as I asked my Scottish friend at a coffee shop why they were selling mince pies along with all the sweet pastries.....you see, the British refer to ground beef as "mince," so naturally I assumed these little tart sized pies were all filled with beef. Both my friend and the man behind the counter laughed endlessly at my confusion, and after tasting a pie, I now know that they are 100% meat-free....they're a delicious sweet, fruity, and slightly spicy little piece of heaven. I'm actually eating another one right now!

5) I also tried haggis again today. I really wish I could say I liked this.....

6) Last night, I went to my first pantomime, or "panto" as they often call it, at the Royal Scottish Academy for Music and Drama. Pantomimes a huge British tradition, which I think are particularly big at Christmastime. It's a fun family play, meant for children but with enough humor to keep the adults really entertained as well. It involves a lot of audience participation and fun musical numbers. I had so much fun, yelling and singing and laughing (not to mention imagining ways to re-choreograph a few of the dance scenes).

7) I spent my entire weekend practically living with a few Scottish friends, and the more I am with them, the harder it is to think about leaving. They are all so delightful and funny and kind and I just enjoy every moment we're together. Last night I told them their new project was to figure out a way to get me back to Scotland in the very near future, so I hope their brains are hard at work!