2021年3月27日
Brian Wong
EJ Insight
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
I was a Foreigner, with a capital F, in London.
17-year-old me – bushy-eyed, cherubic, and, obviously, daunted by the prospects of interviewing at Oxford. That was the first time I ever set foot upon British soil – the land where the sun sets at 3:30pm sharp in the winter; also a land that was both familiar and uncanny – familiar in the sense that I'd read about it, read in its language, perfected the "r"s and glottal stops in its tongue, mastered the craft of blending in where I stood out. Yet 'twas also strange – for one, I'd never expected tapwater to come in either scalding heat or frigid cold. Indeed, the taps were as disparately disjointed as I was, a stranger to the land. ...
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