I am proud to be a freedom loving American. Since the beginning of the exchange, I have found myself proudly shouting “USA!” and high-fiving my other American friend every time the United States is brought up in conversation. I realize that it is incredibly annoying, but (if you have a problem then shut your mouth you freedom hater) I promise I am working on it. However, I will never forgive the all power United States of America for refusing to assimilate into the Metric System.
Like every American student, I was taught the metric conversions both in math and science class. We were given formulas neatly typed on a worksheet, which unfortunately I always managed to misplace (in the trash can). However, it took an exchange in Argentina for me to see the error of my ways.
Every single day I yearn for that formula sheet. How can I properly complain about the ungodly heat? I already have to translate my thoughts into another language; I simply do not have the mental capacity to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit. How will I be able to enter the never ending pit of shame when I polish off a fourth of a kilogram of ice cream by myself when I have no concept of units of measurement? Now that I think about it that might actually be for the better.
Most of my battles with the metric system arise when I cook. I have prepared a few popular American dishes (mostly desserts) for my host family and friends and for every receipt I spend at least 30 minutes converting the units. This process is extremely frustrating and most often results in a heated and mostly one-sided discussion between my computer and me.
My one request is for the United States to swallow its pride and join the Metric System. Stop acting like an overly self-involved hipster and go mainstream.
I hope that you all have a wonderful and relaxing holiday vacation and I will hopefully be back before the New Year.