Yes, I have an accent.
Where are you from?I am asked at least once a week where I am from. My accent is so strong that even the middle-eastern lady at the sandwich shop, and the cashier at my grocery store notice right away and ask me where I'm from. Or maybe that's just because I said "Please" and "Thank you".Either way, I know I speak Canadian. There are some pointed differences, outside of the ubiquitous "Eh?" that punctuates my verbal language and the obvious spelling variations that characterize the written.- I say a purse-lipped, prudish "out" and "about", while my American friends yawn a lazy, slack-jawed "aout" and "abaout".- When I was in grade five, my American friends were in fifth grade.- When I'm sorry, I'm SO-rry. When they're sorry, they're sah-rry.- My Canadian teachers set exams, I write them, they grade them and I hope to get a good mark. American teachers write exams, the students take them and hope to get good grades.- I say "you're welcome". Americans say "uh-huh", "yup", or "sure".- My Mum and my girlfriend MOM get along splendidly.- When get pissed, it often doesn't mean I'm angry.- The last letter of the alphabet is zed.There are lots of other examples -- I won't bore you with an exhaustive list.a secret: I'm terrified of losing my accent