If there’s one place that still makes me feel like an ex-pat it’s my kids’ school. First there’s the grade system. My oldest is now in tenth grade thank goodness, so there’s less of the counting on fingers to figure out a kid’s age. In the UK, it’s “years” which are one ahead of grades - Year 1 is Kindergarten, Year 2 is First Grade, and so on.
Then there’s the annual school supplies list which asks for things like trapper-keepers. I thought it was zoology equipment at first! (For those not in the know, it’s a school binder with lots of things inside and a zip all the way round.) I used to phone friends for translations, but I now give my kids the lists and let them run around the store.