The French Banana War

23, Arts Education/Youth Development/Tolerance Education/ESL Specialist. Currently spending lots of time doing artsy things at an after-school enrichment program for K-5, leading tours at the Museum of Tolerance, grading high school AP Euro and English essays (and making witty comments from the back of the room), and applying to grad school. Recently of Munich/Germany, the Boston area, and Freiburg/Germany. LA area native.

I teach English, art, theater, German, study/writing skillz, following your passions/standing up for yourself/and others skillz, map/world/awareness appreciation, etc, study German (and now Russian! and sometimes French and Spanish! maybe more soon! LANGUAGES!), and love languages, literature, theater, criticism and criticizing, bikes, the beach, international affairs, bob haircuts, cultural history, crime stories/tv shows, etc, SPIES, museums, music, feminism, history, school, tea, puppies, newspapers, cuddling, exploring, and puppies.

hyperbole and a half: adventures in depression

Also, the reason I disappeared for a couple months, aside from the fact that I work/intern 6 days/week and generally spend my one free day (Saturday) in two sweatshirts, including a sweater that was originally purchased for my grandmother, alternating between napping and drinking tea and watching youtube videos of fred astaire tap dancing and reading books and watching SPOOOOOOOOOKS on netflix, and then napping again, and then chopping tomatoes. 

Anyways. Conveniently sortofrelevant. I did, however, have a multitude of reasons for falling into a massively deep depression of awful.

If you just read her story based entirely on the pictures…