The differences between Australians and Americans: school sport. School Sport played on Saturdays versus during the week in America. How does America approach school sport compared to Australia? An It Started in LA investigation.
School sport in Australia …
Sport is an important part of extra-curricular activities for us as a family—and especially to Australians. Not only does sport give kids an outlet and keeps them active and healthy but it teaches them about teamwork, sportsmanship and—most importantly—winning and losing.
At school in Australia both my son’s school and my daughter’s school were pretty clear about the role of sport at school.
At my son’s school sport is compulsory—you had to choose a sport each term and were expected to attend each game every week. Compulsory. End of story. It’s as important as attending class. If you needed to miss a game you not only need an extraordinary reason but we, as parents, have to make a request in writing to the headmaster. (If you’re interested in finding out more here’s a link).
When you commit to the school you commit to that way of life.
At my daughter’s school sport also plays a huge role with the only difference between they must play two out of four terms in a sport representing the school. My daughter never opted for two terms and always played four. (If you’re interested in finding out more here’s another link).
It’s a way of life indoctrinated in our culture. Sport is played on a Saturday with training either before, after and during school—or a combination of the three. And, as much as we bemoan it we actually love it. It’s a great way to get the parents to come together as a sub community. A great match done the right way has a fundraising BBQ with egg and bacon rolls or sausage rolls (that’s sausage in a roll rather than the popular Aussie meal staple the sausage roll), there’s always a coffee van (with proper coffee) and a tuckshop for chips, drinks and lollies (candy).
Families are often known to juggle their schedules and hope that the matches are scheduled so that you can either get to both games or the parents split themselves up to see one game each. I’m addicted to watching my kids play sport so I hoped for the well-spaced out games.
School sport in America …
In the US sports is also an important part of life. The importance of club sport seems to be more widely spread especially in LA where Lower School and Middle School sport isn’t deemed as important as High School Sport.
At my kids school sport is encourage as one of four pillars in education. However there are all these rules associated creating an impression that it’s a privilege to play in a team. By that I mean if the academics aren’t up to scratch then you don’t get to play on a team. (Having said that I haven’t seen–or heard about it–actually enforced).
I can imagine my US counterparts cringing and shaking their heads yelling “you can’t make me bring my kid to school on a Saturday, you can’t tell me to do that, it’s my right to have my weekends off”.
But the sports schedule here in the US is all over the place. Take, for example, my daughter’s tennis games–one game is on a Friday, the next week there’s no game, then there’s one the following Monday, then not until the next Friday, then the following Wednesday.
How on earth can you have regular activities like piano or guitar lessons or even after-school training when your sport isn’t on the same day each week? And how can you do two pick-ups after school if you’re at a game miles away? Then how can parents who actually work see their kids play?
I know … I know we’re all different. And isn’t it great?
So what system do you prefer? Do you prefer the one you were indoctrinated in or can you see the benefit of doing it the “other way”?
The first (or last!) in a series of what Los Angelinos love to do. And the very top of the list is that people in LA are obsessed with hiking. Yep, Los Angelinos love to … hike!
At first I didn’t really get what all the fuss is about but now I’m starting to get the picture.
Thanks to Google, Pinterest and earnest Bloggers I found a few links to LA Hikes. I had pinned this article a while back and as a good “gunna” (aka going to but never do) person that’s where it stopped. Until now.
I don’t think you can hike alone and when fate hooked me up with a fellow Aussie at an ANZAC Day function we decided to check out LA’s hiking scene and see what all the fuss is about. The goal is for us to do a different hike each week.
If you live in LA—or if you’re just visiting—I’m going to share my quick two-cent’s worth about each hike we’ve done as well as a link so you too can do the “LA thing”.
Hike 1/Week 1. Runyon Canyon
Billed as the “Celebrity hike” I haven’t seen one in my two times (!) I’ve been. When you’ve come from Australia & your morning walk/run was around the Bay in Leichhardt/Five Dock/Haberfield hiking along a dirt track with the possibility of coming face to face with a rattlesnake takes a bit of getting used to (yes, it’s a bit of a come down).
The second week we ventured a little closer to my place and not far from Runyon Canyon. Also a spot I discovered via the Celeb Spotting pages, Tree People is off Coldwater Canyon & Mulholland Drive. Like Runyon Canyon is from Mulholland to Hollywood, Tree People takes you down to the Valley into the Laurel Canyon area.
It’s a little greener than Runyon Canyon, and probably not quite as good on the people watching but it’s a pretty good hike nonetheless. Once you know which track to take!
Coldwater Canyon Park, 12601 Mulholland Dr, Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Parking can be tough, especially at busy times so beware.
Once I discovered I could enter via Mulholland Drive (opposite Tree People) rather than drive all the way around into Beverly Hills then up again I was much happier. This is a gorgeous place to hike—easy to park (during the week), lots of options to hike and some great spots that make you feel you’re in the middle of the bush when you’re actually in the heart of Beverly Hills.
There is water in Beverly Hills
There are several hikes here and we only did one of them so I’m looking forward to coming back to do more.
Address: 2600 Franklin Canyon Drive, Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Also great for dogs.
Watch out for: Yogi-Bear like stop sign cameras. When it says there is a camera, they mean there’s a camera and you’ll get a ticket in the mail. They’re also serious about the sign that says you better be out of there beyond sunset—I know because I met a girl who had to front up with a “please explain” what she was doing there beyond this time (her answer: trying to leave!).
Smarter than your average bear! When the sign says they’re “photo enforced” it means they’re “photo enforced!”
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While we were troopers and did it (minus a little incident that we won’t talk about in this forum) there were a number of very fit people who do that trail quite a bit.
When we nearly got to the top we thought we should head back down again. We bumped into a couple of “old-timers” who warned us against going back down the steep trail again but continuing on and following the loop as it was a much more gently decent.
It was great advice but when they told us it was just ‘around the corner’ don’t believe them. That and “the bench” which would be our marker to descend down the gentle decline. Everyone we asked kept telling us we’d see the bench but that bench was a long time coming. Clearly they were walking a lot quicker than we were. (If you click on the link from the Blog below you’ll see plenty of pics of that infamous bench).
All in all a good hike.
Address: Reseda Boulevard, Tarzana (start is just near Braemar Country Club).
Tips: Take plenty of water to hydrate & be on the lookout for mountainbikers hooning down the track.
My daughter and I were at the hairdresser—she was getting her hair done and I was getting my brows done. There was a guy next to me talking about what he’d been up to. He had been shooting on the East Coast, jamming with some old band mates and had some stories about seeing Paul McCartney or Elton John or insert some other mega rock stars name.
Having a couple of rock star dads at our school I was listening but not as intently as I would have been a year ago (when I was all starry eyed and simply COULD NOT believe one move could me zero to one degrees of separation from my favourite rock acts. Do I need to remind you–or skite–that I’ve had the pleasure of speaking to two mega rock stars now?).
Then he got talking about his next project. Everyone in LA has a “project”. It’s the thing. Generally everyone’s working on a project, has one in the pipeline and is talking to someone else about making the third project closer to reality. These projects are also best discussed at breakfast, lunch or dinner.
So he says, “Yeah, I’m headed down to Australia and I’m shooting in BrisBANE (pronounce bain in this case not bun in a kiwi accent), going to Central Australia and down to Tasmania.”
“Dude. How do I talk to these people?” he asks his hairdresser (who he’s obviously known for a long time). “Do I say, like, G’day mate? Let’s put a shrimp on the Barbie. Will they even understand me?”
That seemed about the right time to pipe up and so I said, “Should I come clean now?”
“Oh no, wow, an Australian. Dude, how do I talk to you?”
“What do you mean how do you talk to me—to us? We speak English. OK, granted we don’t speak ‘merican but we speak English.”
“Yeah dude, that’s it, like, what words do you use?”
“For starters we don’t say shrimp, we call them prawns”.
“That’s what I’m talking about dude, will everyone laugh at me when I speak, like, American?”
“Mate, they’ll laugh at you more if you try to speak Australian.”
“Wow, far out.”
I could have been mean and set him up and told him Australians would love it if he did a bit of research in the different words we use and then localised his language accordingly. But I couldn’t do it—and I told him as much.
It’s true though, we can Americanise our speaking because we know what words Americans use instead of ours–like shrimps and prawns; or ride and lift. There are moments when I could be speaking Mandarin my friends don’t understand a word I’m saying.
“Oh man, I’m terrified.”
“You’ll be fine.”
A really nice guy, but this is something that happens in America, not so much in Australia—you just strike up full-blown conversations with strangers. A hairdresser is one place but I’ve seen, heard (and had) conversations in the Post Office queue, at the supermarket and in the middle of the street.
I think that guy just wanted to show off his lousy Australian accent (let’s face it Americans just cannot do an Australian accent—remember Meryl Streep, “A dingo’s got my baby”?). I’m told we’re not that great either and that you can tell when you’re putting the accent on.
Lately I’ve been stopped and asked to talk so they could listen to my accent—a bit like seeing a cute dog in the street and asking them to sit???
But it’s all well-meaning, they’re naturally curious and friendly and despite being so Americentric they are interested in other parts of the world. And they’re especially interested in Australia: “I’ve never been but I want to some day. It’s just so far”.
When that crazy, loud American is in our part of the world, don’t take five giant steps to take a wide berth. They actually enjoy meeting people and talking to others about their lives. You might surprise yourself and find you have more in common than you think. Call it your good deed for the day.
Share your stories below and pics on Instagram with the hashtag #Amerifriend.
But if they’re the Jerry Seinfeld variety with bright white runners and jeans feel free to take the wide berth. We do here too.
I’m back from my amazing Aussie holiday that went by so (too) quickly.
I had so many ideas for my first Blog post back and like I often do have written some great lines in my head.
But alas now that I sit down to write all I can think of is how amazing our holiday was and how Australian life suits us so well. Not so long ago I would have used the phrase, “… how we love Australian life so much better.”
Is Australia better?
And I probably would have gone into a spiel to say how weird America is. (Shoot me down now American friends). But I’ve grown up now and I can use mature, experienced Expat words—I call that experience rather than being politically correct because let’s face it that’s exactly what it sounds like I’m being (politically correct). (Oh, and I don’t really think Americans … ahem America … are/is weird!).
It was interesting going back and even more interesting that we all just stepped back into our lives like we had never left. My daughter spent the day at school–including an early start for tennis training at 7am and my son competed in a swim meet for his old school. It doesn’t get much better than that.
While we were in Australia we caught up with a teacher from the kids’ school who has recently moved from LA to Sydney. She’s a good 10 months behind me in time so she’s in the hard stages of change. I’m sure a good portion of the time we’d rather be in each other’s shoes. It got me thinking of the concept of home:
You love home and never really looked to move anywhere else no matter how divine your new destination is.
Because you love home all the familiar sights, sounds and smells of home play a big part in making you who you are. Everything else—especially when it’s actually so different but there’s absolutely no reason it should be (like Australian and the US)—is “weird”.
Weird is a matter of perspective
It’s not about which city is better or that the new city you’re in is “weird” it’s just that home is home. And your newly adopted city isn’t (quite yet). And, by the way, neither of us should get defensive when we say weird because it’s weird as in different-to-us-and-I-don’t-get-it not weird as in you’re-a-freak weird. There’s a difference.
I have many friends that live in Australia that wouldn’t move out of their suburb let alone move overseas. I also have many friends that have spent—and enjoyed—their time overseas they almost think Australia is too small for them. I fall into neither of those categories.
You know before I left for this holiday I was talking about settling down here and how good it would be to buy a house. I thought it would settle us. Now I’m not so sure.
The day after we arrived I went to the supermarket for milk, bread, fruit & vegetables. I remember when we lived in Shanghai and I’d go to the supermarket after a holiday it would drive me mental. With a capital M. It was difficult to navigate around and everything is in Chinese so it would remind me how hard something so easy could be. Then I’d get accosted in the supermarket isles by sales agents wanting to direct me to their washing powder or their mop that I’d run for cover, race home and text my friends to say wine o’clock is starting early today.
The newspaper and magazine section of my local Carrefour, Shanghai, China, 2009
Thankfully grocery shopping isn’t that hard in America. I was safely minding my own business when I got to the checkout and started unpacking my shopping trolley. A lady came behind me and blurts out, “Is there another aisle open?” I looked at her. She says, almost to herself, “Well you have to ask”. I looked at her again, careful not to stare and show exactly what I was thinking.
I bit my tongue. There are very few people that would say that in Australia—and the queues are often much longer. I felt like saying to her, “chill love, by the time you’ve unloaded your trolley they’ll be ready to check you out.” Honestly, seriously, by the time someone opens another checkout, they log in and she moves she’d be better off staying where she is. But she doesn’t want—like—to wait. I find that weird. Someone who’s moved to Australia from the US might find it weird that we wait. In silence.
I get that the service is better in the US. I love that the service is better in the US. When we checked through Coles Burwood last week in Australia (stocking up on our Aussie treats) my husband and I looked at each other and said, “It’s not quite Ralph’s service with a smile and a chat is it?” But seriously … still weird. Chillax chick.
Top five questions I was asked when we were home
Not that I’m one to dwell but was good to get a home fix. Especially when we were so acclimated that we were on such a high point here in LA we didn’t really need to go back to Australia for a visit. So aside from my close friends and the “how are you going?” question there are lot of different things people wanted to know about life in LA. Here are my favourite questions (and answers).
1.Who has been the best celebrity you’ve seen and what were they doing?
I initially answered with JLo but my friend wasn’t interested in her. Bette Midler? Joan Collins? Yes, much better responses. I saw Bette at my favourite West Hollywood restaurant and Joan Collins having lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel by the way. Joan Collins is forever classy. (Still think my favourite spot to date is the very yummy Joshua Jackson aka Pacey from Dawson’s Creek).
2. Have you seen any celebrities? Do you go to school with any celebrities? What are they like?
Ummm, yes. Lots. It helps that (yes) there are plenty at school but they’re just normal people doing normal things like attending school functions and back-to-school nights. Except the Kardashians but I haven’t seen them around (even though Kim & Kanye used to live just up the road from us).
3. What are the people like?
It’s pretty much the same as being at home: there are people you like and people not so much. Like at home there are people who are extremely egocentric and others who are very kind and considerate.
There is a paranoia that exists here more than at home and I have to say that I feel like we should be more paranoid at home and the Americans (especially around here) less so.
Then: have they all had lots of work done?
We noticed it when we first arrived then we just got used to it. Then we noticed it more when we got back to Australia (the lack of work) and again since we’ve come home. Funny. So … yes.
4. How long do we need in Disneyland?
As little as you can. Seriously. The happiest place on earth is wonderful … until it all starts to go pear shaped and then you need to exit stage left IMMEDIATELY. The problem is it’s very hard to judge when the right time is to leave so be prepared for pear-shaped.
5. Are you ever coming home?
Three funny things I noticed being back in Australia
It’s interesting being away for some 15 months then coming back again. It’s more interesting the things you notice that you didn’t before.
1. We talk funny.
At least we use very different phrasing (non Australians might in fact say “weird”). We were on the Virgin Australia flight up to Hamilton Island and the hostie was taking drinks orders. “Too easy” was her response. I laughed out loud. I hadn’t heard that in a long time. What does that even mean to an outsider? Only in Australia.
2. We don’t stop drinking.
That’s right, hard to believe? The day we arrived we got to my girlfriend’s house where we were staying and settled in with a few bottles of wine. We had friends stop in and go and stop in and go; it was so lovely and informal. By about 6:00 in the early evening we were still going and no one even considered we’d be stopping. Ah love an Australian drinking afternoon. So informal and I didn’t even have to stop. How good is it to be home?
3. We walk everywhere.
It was our last day and I had a couple of jobs to do: drop some stuff off to an artist friend, deposit some cheques and a last-minute dash to the supermarket. What struck me when we were driving around was the number of people walking everywhere. Not parking and walking but actually walking; like from point A to point B. (I know LA readers, I know; breathe).
Admittedly I live in the inner suburbs of Sydney and that essentially means our houses are in walking distance of the nearest pub/bank/post office/coffee shop and other conveniences that it’s really easy to walk.
My kids went to the corner shop more times than we could count just because they could–one there actually is a corner shop and two because they had the freedom to go that they’d missed so much here in LA. They even cycled to get their fish & chips for dinner. Love, love, love the freedom and independence Australia allows them.
Walking is a sport here in LA not a pastime so there are barely any footpaths let alone people walking. It’s funny what you notice when you’ve been away.
It is good to be home
Alas I’m home. I’m re-adjusting to LA life and I do love it here. I went to the doctor this morning to follow up on my yearly checkup. Sit down Australians he actually took my pulse and listened to me take deep breaths. He actually spent some time with me and cared to follow up my results.
I said that I could neither think Australia is too small for me or could see myself living anywhere but Australia. I am so thankful for the opportunities I’ve been given first as an “Expat brat” living in the Philippines and now as a “trailing spouse” (revolting term but can’t be bothered coming up with something sexy at the moment) in Shanghai and LA.
The first-world problem that arises out of the scenario from my perspective though is that I will always want the best of all worlds. Sadly there’s no such thing as a perfect world so I’ll just have to pull my head in and be thankful I’m getting the chance to experience life from many different angles.
Enjoy your weekends,
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: Happy birthday to my gorgeous friend Kristen Long who was the reason for our return trip and thanks to all our friends (old & new) for making our trip ah-may-zing!