Segue from summer
There's nothing like a healthy dose of perspective.
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There's nothing like a healthy dose of perspective.
The last echoes of the Rotunda Sing had hardly faded when students began lining up to audition for the University's myriad of a cappella groups.
It seemed too perfect to be true.
Now that I am finally mobile again and have been able to exercise for a while, workouts like running loops around Barracks Shopping Center, swimming back and forth in the Aquatic & Fitness Center pool and spending hours on the elliptical machines at Slaughter Recreation Center are starting to lose their former thrills.
Injuries and hardships can be some of our greatest teachers. It may sound clich
With the suffering economy, University students may find it difficult to come by work. In many cases, even when a college student manages to get hired, hours are limited and wages low. And once the summer paychecks from lifeguard and grocery bagging jobs all are spent, there must be some other way to make money.
All the Christmas trees have been taken down and the last of the New Year's confetti has been swept away. Winter Break has reached its end and been replaced by early-morning walks to class and late-night papers to write. For many first-year students, the start of spring semester is a landmark. Like Chimney Rock on the Oregon Trail, it lets us know we're almost - OK, more than - halfway finished with our first year of college.
All the Christmas trees have been taken down and the last of the New Year's confetti has been swept away. Winter Break has reached its end and been replaced by early-morning walks to class and late-night papers to write. For many first-year students, the start of spring semester is a landmark. Like Chimney Rock on the Oregon Trail, it lets us know we're almost - OK, more than - halfway finished with our first year of college.
There's nothing quite like watching the sun rise from an airplane.
To me, and to a couple thousand other runners who woke up early last Thursday morning, Thanksgiving just isn't Thanksgiving without the Turkey Trot. This particular race was a significant one for me; as my first race since my injury, I wanted it to be a good run. I also had been told by my parents and doctors to "take it easy."
Like most injured people, I've set goals for myself throughout my recovery. There have been small goals: standing still without my crutches, putting shoes on without wincing. There have been bigger goals too: being able to sleep through the night without waking up with nerve pain and swimming again. Focusing on what I wanted to accomplish - no matter how big or small - was what kept me looking forward and looking up. Eventually, I had set up so many hoops to jump through I began to feel like a trained seal.
Having been (finally) mercifully released from my crutches a week or so ago, I am beginning to discover a few of the perks enjoyed by most college students - mainly, a relatively normal ambulation across Grounds. With the ability to walk comes, logically enough, the ability to go more places, meet more people, get to classes slightly earlier and come closer to the shining University ideal of "Being More Involved." I can embark on a journey across Grounds with my suitemates to see a concert, go to O-Hill without having to use the elevator and pass out nutrition flyers for the American Medical Student Association - all during the same day. And I can even go out on Saturday nights instead of staying in my dorm room with an ice pack.
Back in 1787, James Madison made a case for the inevitability of factions in society in his Federalist No. 10. He argued (and truthfully so) that a nation of millions would invariably split into smaller groups who shared the same beliefs, ideals, etc.
It seems that to me that the topic of college perpetually comes up in conversation long before it is ever time for students to start filling out applications. During the days of middle and high school, teachers, counselors and the occasional principal extol the virtues of hard work and try to pretend like the bitter taste of endless standardized tests and albatrosses of term papers do not exist, giving vague promises of "getting into a good college" instead. In other words, the idea of college has begun to sound less like an academic award for scholarly quasi-sainthood and more like an indispensable holistic experience focused on the experiences that take place outside of the classroom. Today, college is seen as a time to explore, meet new people, try new things and redefine oneself.