Around Christmas last year, I suffered a bad fall I landed crookedly when trying to make up a new jump during choreography class, and I crashed on my knees. 3 Self-medicating the hell out of it.

Irregular and half-baked updates on my life abroad. Thursday, March 8, 2012. The potential horrors of lunch, however, are manifold. At first, I was forced to navigate the currents of office politics. Was it acceptable for teachers to sit with administrative staff? Were there table cliques? Did people dislike me, or just not speak English? The true answer, though never the one given, was inevitably that they spoke more English than I did Dutch.

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