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Do you remember what it was called even? We just called it The Dutch Jump Dance but my guess it is not the native dance of your people

So, heres the very basic version; you start with your feet apart at the distance of your hips approximately, you jump

1. up and down
2. up and down
3. right foot forward left back
4. Left foot forward right back
5. Right food forward and lifted, left back (see note)
6. Left food forward and lifted, right back
7. Like 5
8. Slightly rotate to the left, foot still up
9. Like 5
10. Like 6

Note: That's what I remember you do with a partner who does the same facing you. From step 5 onwards your right feet (in 6 the left feet) touch

Yeah it was around that time and I am very certain you have the right one in mind. It ended up being the secret "I participated in the Holland exchange" dance in our school and I can still kick it

I graduated from an elite university in my country within the STEM field, being the second best in the year or so. I can't find a job because I never networked or did internships. I studied for the exams (which was easy) and otherwise got drunk with students and people from absolutely not my field. It feels like I wasted 6 years of my life.

People, for real, network. No one cares for your grades once you look for a job. They care whether you have experience, and you get both experience and the chance to talk about it when you network.

I used to get ukrainian emails every now and then. And then once I got a "confirm your signature to the petition" email and I checked. It was a petition to allow men to leave the country. A girl with my name signed it (wanted to sign it), and she stated wanting to leave with her 58 year old dad as the reason.

I ended up signing the petition myself, stating I wanted XY to leave with her dad as the reason.

I still wish there was a way to get in touch with her. I guess it was the same person who every now and then signed up for newsletters etc. I hope they found a way to leave. I wish there was a way I could help her directly. I keep imagining it was me and my dad stuck in a war torn country. My father has a super popular first name so the chances aren't even that low that our dads share the same name too.

I did an exchange program with the Netherlands once (Mgr Frencken College or something) and this sentence and a weird ass kick dance was all I learnt

I think you can add on de keukentafel?

Absolutely. Everyone knows rice is illiterate, they should have taken barley

Oh can you tell me one?

I need to befriend more gays

I have neither a yard nor a car, what do I do on a Saturday

I think this is a wink towards the idea that your plants grow better when you talk lovey-dovey to them

God, straight edge is so old I literally had to get a consultation to understand the insult