I scoffed at advice from wiser friends who instructed me to rest, take it easy, or at the very least to spend more time stretching.
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.
Normally, having options and a back up plan seems like a good idea. By what kind of logic could this things be detrimental?
In that moment, I felt utterly content with my surroundings. I knew I had found a place where I fit in — a group where people don’t find it crazy to love running, or to eat protein bars like candy.
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. 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.
Between Black Friday and Cyber Monday, the couple days have been a never-ending cycle of sales going on “today only!” and “limited time!” offers.
As we wind down the fall semester and temperatures begin to drop, students everywhere begin to accept the harsh reality of the changing seasons.
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.
Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, is the venom infuses into the cold winter months — and we’ve all had a taste of it.
