If College Majors Were Different Things You Do At The Gym

If College Majors Were Different Things You Do At The Gym

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Going to the gym is just one of those things equivalent to going to classes. You dread it, but you have to do it. So recently, on a walk from class to the Archbold gym, having a full-on inner debate as to which piece of cardio equipment I was in the mood to do, I thought about just how similar those two activities are. And poof – I realized how gym classes and fitness machines secretly connect and align to many different college majors.


1. Doing yoga: English

While many might think that yoga is easy and a relaxing gym class; similar to how reading a book or novel can be so chill and thought-provoking, they’re both so deep and intense, people tend to take them for granted. They are like the underdogs.

However, both yoga and English are major disciplines in which you have to force your mind to go elsewhere, deep in analytical thought. As challenging as some Greek and Shakespearian pieces of literature can be, don’t be fooled by a Firefly or King Pigeon Pose. Both will challenge the body and mind.


2. Kickboxing: Pre-Law

Just as intimidating as the study of law may be, nothing better than Kickboxing correlates to this major. Kickboxing is a group fitness class that combines self-defense skills in a high-energy, fast-paced forum. Lawyers are trained to develop tactics to defend their cases and must always be on top of their game mentally.

Wait too long and your opportunity to object or fight back costs you a dear mistake, similar to how not being prepared on the defense may end up costing you a jab or a punch. Kickboxing is a thorough total body workout incorporating every body part from your calves to your shoulders – similar to how a lawyer must know each and every aspect of a story in order to properly prepare and present a case.


3. Stepping on the tread-climber: Surgeon

The tread-climber is a very complex cardio machine that requires a lot of concentration. It combines the benefit of a treadmill, challenged by the movements of an elliptical all while going uphill. Sound confusing? Well, if you saunter on to this machine at the gym you better have all of your senses in-tact.

Concentration and focus are key here in order to take on this machine effectively. Surgeons must enter the operating rooms with the utmost level of sense and concentration because one minuscule mistake could cost them a patient’s life. Surgeons are always on top of their game – just as you must be if you are so brave as to take on the Treadclimber.


4. Going to a total body class: Business

A total body gym class is a high energy and thorough workout that focuses on every muscle group at an intensity that will simultaneously improve your overall cardiovascular strength and endurance. A career in business is more varied than most people realize.

Business degrees provide broad academic exposure to the critical elements that make organizations function efficiently. A total body class is backed up by motivating music and incorporates a variety of exercises and equipment to always keep you on your toes and eager to see what is next.

The backbone of business is made up of various departments who all must function simultaneously for the common goal. Businesses must always be on their toes to stay on top of their game competitively.


5. Going to a Zumba class: Communications

The dance movements in a Zumba class flow from one move to the next creating one big dance routine and overall body massage. Each routine executed in a Zumba class has to tell a story based on the movements and most importantly the music.

The way in which an advertising major presents a product for sale, a sports broadcaster commentates a game to the public and a news broadcaster retells a story, Zumba and Communications majors are all about the story and the way in which it’s presented.


6. Running on the treadmill: Math

There is a constant formula while walking or running on the treadmill—one foot has to go in front of the other for a successful progression. Math is a constant formula that doesn’t deviate much from what is originally given. The deviations on a treadmill, speed and incline, are like the different levels of math. The harder you make the deviations, the harder your workout will be. In math, the basic formulas are the same, it is just the different levels that make it more challenging.


7. Going to a spin class: Foreign Language

It is very easy to get lost in a high-intensity spin or cycle class. The instructor via headset microphone competes with the loud and hi-energy music calling out moves and positions at sometimes irregular beats that completely confuses a class goer.

These instructors are so invested in their workouts and keeping up with the beats and moves, they can hardly realize if the class is actually keeping up. In a foreign language class, the professors are so animated and invested in their own native language tongue they just assume everyone else is on board as well, not realizing many times students are completely confused and lost.

So the next time you’re sitting in a class or forcing yourself to complete a set or workout in the gym, think about what you can compare them to!

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Yes, I Had A Stroke And I'm Only 20

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Recently, I read an article on Cosmo that was written by a woman that had a stroke at the ripe old age of 23. For those of you who don't know, that really doesn't happen. Young people don't have strokes. Some do, but it's so incredibly uncommon that it rarely crosses most people's minds. Her piece was really moving, and I related a lot -- because I had a stroke at 20.

It started as a simple headache. I didn't think much of it because I get headaches pretty often. At the time, I worked for my parents, and I texted my mom to tell her that I'd be late to work because of the pain. I had never experienced a headache like that, but I figured it still wasn't something to worry about. I went about my normal routine, and it steadily got worse. It got to the point that I literally threw up from the pain. My mom told me to take some Tylenol, but I couldn't get to our kitchen. I figured that since I was already in the bathroom, I would just take a shower and hope that the hot steam would relax my muscles, and get rid of my headache. So I turned the water on in the shower, and I waited for it to get hot.

At this point, I was sweating. I've never been that warm in my life. My head was still killing me. I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, trying to at least cope with the pain. Finally, I decided that I needed to go to the hospital. I picked up my phone to call 911, but I couldn't see the screen. I couldn't read anything. I laid down on the floor and tried to swipe from the lock screen to the emergency call screen, but I couldn't even manage that. My fine motor skills were completely gone. My fingers wouldn't cooperate, even though I knew what buttons needed to be pressed. Instead of swiping to the emergency call screen, I threw my phone across the room. "Okay," I thought, "Large muscle groups are working. Small ones are not".

I tried getting up. That also wasn't happening. I was so unstable that I couldn't stay standing. I tried turning off the running water of the shower, but couldn't move the faucet. Eventually, I gave up on trying to move anywhere. "At what point do I just give up and lie on the floor until someone finds me?" That was the point. I ended up lying on the floor for two hours until my dad came home and found me.

During that two hours, I couldn't hear. My ears were roaring, not even ringing. I tried to yell, but I couldn't form a sentence. I was simply stuck, and couldn't do anything about it. I still had no idea what was going on.

When the ambulance finally got there, they put me on a stretcher and loaded me into the back. "Are you afraid of needles or anything?" asked one EMT. "Terrified," I responded, and she started an IV without hesitation. To this day, I don't know if that word actually came out of my mouth, but I'm so glad she started the IV. She started pumping pain medicine, but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

We got to the hospital, and the doctors there were going to treat me for a migraine and send me on my merry way. This was obviously not a migraine. When I could finally speak again, they kept asking if I was prone to migraines. "I've never had a migraine in my whole life," I would say. "Do you do any drugs?" they would ask. "No," I repeated over and over. At this point, I was fading in and out of consciousness, probably from the pain or the pain medicine.

At one point, I heard the doctors say that they couldn't handle whatever was wrong with me at our local hospital and that I would need to be flown somewhere. They decided on University of Maryland in Baltimore. My parents asked if I wanted them to wait with me or start driving, so I had them leave.

The helicopter arrived soon after, and I was loaded into it. 45 minutes later, I was in Baltimore. That was the last thing I remember. The next thing I remember was being in the hospital two weeks later. I had a drain in my head, a central port, and an IV. I honestly didn't know what had happened to me.

As it turns out, I was born with a blood vessel malformation called an AVM. Blood vessels and arteries are supposed to pass blood to one another smoothly, and mine simply weren't. I basically had a knot of blood vessels in my brain that had swelled and almost burst. There was fluid in my brain that wouldn't drain, which was why my head still hurt so bad. The doctors couldn't see through the blood and fluid to operate, so they were simply monitoring me at that point.

When they could finally see, they went in to embolize my aneurysm and try to kill the AVM. After a successful procedure, my headache was finally starting to subside. It had gone from a 10 on the pain scale (which I don't remember), to a 6 (which was when I had started to be conscious), and then down to a 2.

I went to rehab after I was discharged from the hospital, I went to rehab. There, I learned simple things like how to walk and balance, and we tested my fine motor skills to make sure that I could still play the flute. Rehab was both physically and emotionally difficult. I was constantly exhausted.

I still have a few lingering issues from the whole ordeal. I have a tremor in one hand, and I'm mostly deaf in one ear. I still get headaches sometimes, but that's just my brain getting used to regular blood flow. I sleep a lot and slur my words as I get tired. While I still have a few deficits, I'm lucky to even be alive.

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Dear My Loving Body

A thank you and apology to the body I was given.

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Dear my loving body,

I am sorry I didn't love you as I should of growing up, that I starved you and cut your skin. It seems like a lot of other women, I didn't know how strong you were being for me. Even when I made you sick all those years you still woke me up in the morning, legs carried me through my day even when I'd be so malnourished you nearly collapsed on a daily. Thank you for being the strength I needed even when I didn't have the mental strength to keep going but you did.

Melissa Garcia

My body. Oh god, she persevered after so many years of binging and purging and starvation, she brought me to where I am today. I am still struggling to love her, perhaps I always will. I try to think of how my large thighs can be a comfy seat for a child rather than be a nuisance when they jiggle or flatten out to what seems to be an entire continent. I am learning to love the stretch marks on my bum and legs because they signify how much I've healed from my eating disorder. They signify not only physical growth but mental and emotional growth too.

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I spent so many years trying to make this body perfect but in the end, she always was. She always gave me strength and kept me going even when I didn't want to. This body gives me the ability to laugh and love in a way I couldn't when I was torturing her, she is free now and I couldn't think of a better way to thank her than to continue letting her be free from the burdens I placed on her all those years. I know that loving your body is incredibly difficult but seeking to remember all she does for you is important and really can change an outlook. I want to tell her to thank you for all you do for me every day.

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