"Emotions Run Wild" (#3)

Actually emotions have not run wild at all since we have arrived--at least not at Harlaxton (with the exception of some 'enthusiastic' discussions about the Brontes' literature). Mostly, my emotions have reflected a mellow, drink-it-all-in mentality. Since it is my first time abroad, I have tried to be as open-minded and accepting as possible. That being said, I can't help defending my own convictions about characters, education, or cuisine whenever possible. The emotions of other students at Harlaxton seem fairly similar to my own--Americans seem to enjoy emoting quite a bit---and can be heard typically over any of the locals. Luckily, everyone in our group meshes fairly well and seems content to live, eat, and socialize together--emotions on the upswing.

The Brits we have encountered are quite pleasant and a bit more reserved than us--with the exception of our cabbie the first night and a few local men at the pub. Somehow, with them, a local pub owner's tumultuous love life reveals the recent success or struggle of business and some random trash talk in a pub becomes "politics" that cause onlookers to find new seats, giggle and continue to eavesdrop on the drama. Mostly, however, the locals seem to have a quieter expression about them, even when gossiping or joking.

As I observe more of the cultural reservation around me, the clash of our cultures' emotions becomes more apparent. I find myself--the typically dramatic, excitable and expressive Josie--holding back a bit in public, trying not to call attention to myself and, in general, trying to "quiet down" so that I might fit in a bit better. This new awareness of myself and others has truly influenced the way I think about how people and the landscape relate to one another rather than exist as two separate and unrelated entities.