In the spring of 2016, I voted for Sen. Bernie Sanders in the Democratic primary for president. I’d gone to a rally that March, and Sanders had said things I’d never heard any politician say. He wanted to give Americans universal health care, economic equality, affordable college education, a more sustainable economy and easier access to reproductive health services. When I recall my excitement at these endeavors — and his — I feel the frustrated, pointless burn of misplaced naivete.
The future I imagined through him is so very different than the one I live in now.
I became a notetaker with Services for Students with Disabilities entirely by accident. One April evening during my freshman year, I was having dinner with my best friend and her friend. Her friend happened to mention that he was a notetaker, and he gave me the email address of someone I could contact about getting involved. I was looking for a second job, and I knew I was good at taking notes. I also liked the idea of sitting in on classes I would not have otherwise been able to take.
Among student athletes, there’s a fine line between being mindful of your health and becoming obsessed with it.
“Take care of your body,” motivational speaker Jim Rohn writes. “It is the only place you have to live.”
Despite the changes wrought by puberty, aging and disease, the body is singularly constant. To some extent, we feel we should be able to control the functions, size and abilities of our body. It is somehow both us and beyond us — ours but not always ours to control.