Dealing with injury
I had been dreading this moment for so long, I began to believe it would never come.
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I had been dreading this moment for so long, I began to believe it would never come.
April holds a special place in my heart, as these first few days mark the start of six months full of triumph, challenge, heartbreak and victory. What exactly am I referring to, you ask? The first few days of April are opening days in the baseball world — all over the country crowds cheer as first pitches fly and wooden bats crack loudly in the first official game.
I flipped repeatedly through the SiriusXM channels in the car, growing sick of ‘90s on 9’ and ‘Pop 2K.’ After three hours of driving, music could no longer provide the energy I needed to stay focused. My boredom was quickly growing with each passing mile and kept me clicking resolutely through the stations.
I waited anxiously on a bench at eight in the morning, watching the gym fill up with Asics sneakers and yoga mats. Drawstring bags and water bottles littered the ground, and everybody grinned in a maniacal manner. The overall atmosphere was heavy with sweat and anticipation — we were about to begin day one of a weekend long workout session, and we could not be more excited.
The thought struck me as I entered a medical clinic this weekend, praying for a doctor to cure me after a period of prolonged illness. The woman took down my name, age and insurance information, and suddenly it occurred to me — I am still on my parents’ insurance plan.
This semester, nearly all of my professors set the same ground rule during their first lecture – notes were to be taken via pencil and paper, no laptops allowed.
The days between Black Friday and Cyber Monday are filled with a never-ending cycle of sales happening “today only!” and “limited time!” offers. Amidst this chaos, people commonly become plagued with the dreaded “Netflix effect.”
As we wind down the fall semester and temperatures begin to drop, students everywhere begin to accept the harsh reality of the changing seasons. Gone are the shorts and bouncy sundresses, and here to stay are boots, sweaters and the occasional raincoat. Put simply: winter is coming.
For two of the eight hours during my last drive home to New York, I listened to Ted Talk Radio. One talk took up the majority of the time, and the speaker’s message has stayed with me in the weeks since that drive. The conclusion went something like this: stop acting like sleep is an optional luxury.
Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, is the venom infused into the cold winter months — and we’ve all had a taste of it. What is it about the cold and darkness that subtly poisons our moods? And, more importantly, how can we combat SAD’s effects?
After a weekend’s worth of festivities and full-blown procrastination, the inevitable Sunday morning panic has arrived. Your alarm clock’s wailing siren punches into your dreams to remind you of your date with reality.
Let’s face it, we’ve all been there — the aggressive text from your bank saying your account balance has dropped below $20, the feeling of impending doom as you finally go to check your statement. Learning to manage money wisely is an important — and occasionally difficult — lesson for all college students. These five apps can help you figure it out before your savings hit zero.
Now that it’s August 10, weeks of interning have flown by, and I can officially call myself a business professional — kind of.
Every week it comes around again — a time when we’re cranky, half asleep and exhausted from the first half of the week, yet still torturously far from a weekend respite.
Recently, children all across the U.S. flocked to local card stores, desperately searching for the perfect Hallmark-concocted one-liner to say, “I love you, Dad.”
My heels click across the pavement of Golden’s Bridge train station. I throw my car keys in my briefcase just in time to hear the horn of the 7 a.m. express, which is thundering down track one.
There’s a life hack I like to call the “theater of life." It provides entertainment and insight during boring classes, long car rides and awkward family dinners. Even better, it empowers me to get through hard workouts and difficult conversations. The theater of life helps me step back and see the big picture when a situation seems unbearable.
Hi, my name is Alyssa, and I am a telemarketer employed by the University.
Anyone who knows me will be shocked it took three whole columns before I brought up running. It’s true, my primary hobbies include schoolwork, running and the occasional Netflix binge — but “Ode to Criminal Minds” didn’t sound as nice on paper, so here I am.
When I tell people I’m from New York, they assume I mean Manhattan. I think some of them picture me rocking an edgy outfit in Time Square, hailing a taxi whilst yelling into my cell phone — because that’s how we New Yorkers behave.