We’ve likely all heard the parental catchphrase “fresh air will do you good,” but (like many parental catchphrases) it rarely comes with an explanation as to why. And while it’s not wrong, you may be surprised at some of the many benefits going outside and getting fresh air can have for the body and mind. So, now that we are into April and are (theoretically) seeing the last of winter for a few months, here are some health-inspired reasons to spend more time outdoors!
I’m sure we all have a Starbucks story where they wrote your name completely wrong and you probably just laughed it off and took a snap of the hilarious mess-up. I mean, at least they got your drink order right (hopefully). But did you know that continually calling someone by the wrong name can actually be a negative determinant of that person's mental health?
As students, we live with busy schedules that often get in the way of our sleep. Whether it is staying up to study for an exam, or staying out late on the weekend to burn off steam, it’s safe to say that few of us are getting the recommended seven to nine hours a night. The short-term effects of this are pretty obvious, as we chug coffee to keep our eyes open during lectures, but sleep deprivation comes with a number of long-term effects whose link to a lack of sleep is trickier to recognize.
Although Spring has technically arrived, temperatures here in Lausanne have still been a little all over the place. As such, I’ve continued making “winter food,” such as stews, soups and whatnot. I mean, when it’ll be months before you can justifiably indulge in heavy carbs and fatty foods again, you need to take advantage of it.
They say addictions are tough; withdrawal is horrible. This is my story.
It was first year and I didn’t really know anyone. I grew close to a few people in my classes. Sometimes they went out for a smoke, sometimes we just stayed in the caf. They would come back inside with rosy cheeks and a smell that I didn’t like. That smell grew on me.
When I was growing up, my dad always insisted that we eat dinner together as a family every night. He would say that it’s talking to each other over the dinner table that keeps a family together. Of course, being my father’s son, I would hear what he was saying, but never take it seriously. Yes, it was nice eating with everyone together, but I always felt like he was overemphasizing the importance of it all. And as with most things, you realise don’t how good it is until it’s gone.
It’s no secret that students deal with stress. It’s become the social norm to be stressed, sleepless, hopeless and overwhelmed. Of course, it’s normal to have stress in life; if there was someone who didn’t have a single stress in their life, I would like to know what kind of life they were leading! That said, the degree to which today’s students feel stress is unbelievable. In 2013, The Globe and Mail published an article discussing a study about Canadian students and stress. In a survey of 30,000 students, 90% said they were overwhelmed, 63% said they were lonely (I’m extrapolating that they feel this way because of work keeping them from socializing for fear of failure), and 50% said they felt hopeless. Even more shocking: of those 30,000 students, 9.5% said that they had seriously considered taking their own lives as a result of stress. Imagine if that study had’ve been done here at Glendon, with our small population of around 2,700 students, if 9.5% were suicidal that would equate to roughly one in ten students.
As students, we are constantly trying to balance assignments, tests and due dates—on top of all our other responsibilites—so naturally, finding something that is going to make our lives even a little bit easier is always welcome. For me, that something was meal planning. I realize this isn’t a particularly novel idea, but it’s a bandwagon I recently jumped on and it’s helped my day to day life become far more manageable, so I thought I’d share!
As the semester comes back into swing, everyone is busying themselves with assignments and generally getting back into the grind leading up to the end of another school year. This year, I’m lucky enough to have several weeks before classes start up again on the 19th of February here in Lausanne, so I figured what better way to spend the free time than travelling? This thought brought myself and a friend down to the magical (and somewhat mysterious) country of Morocco. It’s pretty seldom that we hear from this North African nation, but I can assure you it’s a place I’ll never forget.
New discussions about mental health are rapidly eroding old misconceptions about well-being. We’re de-stigmatizing mental illness and de-mystifying emotional wellness. The Bell Let’s Talk initiative—which held its seventh annual fundraiser on Wednesday, January 31—stands near the forefront of this cultural shift. By donating five cents for every text and call under Bell networks and for every tweet using #BellLetsTalk, the 2018 campaign was credited with raising nearly $6.92 million for mental health initiatives and promoting public awareness. But, like many big business pursuits, ulterior motives and insincerity are in close proximity. A sludge of issues underlie the progressive veneer of this corporate act of charity, appropriately throwing its goodwill into question.
I hope your resolutions are still holding strong. Personally, I’ve never been much of a resolution type of guy; I’ve always figured that if I want to change something about myself, I should have some kind of concrete motivation to give the whole thing purpose, and I find that the somewhat arbitrary date that is the beginning of the new year just doesn’t cut it for me. That said, I did make a new discovery over the holidays which I’ll be committed to from here on out: brining meat.
This past holiday season, I tried the (slightly infamous) food that is Tofurky. I had never tried it before, but I’d heard many people joke about it − perhaps because the name sounds slightly unappealing. In any case, I didn’t find it all that bad. I mean, it’s definitely not going to become my new favourite food, or even my favourite meat-substitute, but at least I can finally say I’ve tried it, after being a vegetarian for many years.
With all the talk surrounding #BellLetsTalk today, as well was the demand on campus for more mental health initiatives and awareness, it’s clear that the fast-paced, demanding environment we live in takes a toll on people. At the institutional level, mental health is definitely cast aside; universities and colleges rarely take into account the stresses that come along with today’s educational standards. With increasing GPAs requirements for graduate studies or professional programs, higher tuition costs, and higher living costs (especially in Toronto), it’s inevitable that students are going to face, at minimum, feelings of anxiety during their post-secondary careers.
I want to start off this letter by letting you know, life is not easy. Life does not come with an instruction manual, nor does it come with a guideline. We all get pooled together and hope for the best outcome for everyone – sadly, that is not always the case. We forget to acknowledge that people have off-days. We forget that our emotions are not meant to be suppressed. We forget that we are completely and entirely entitled to every drop of love.
On December 7th, I received the news that someone I cared for had committed suicide. It’s been almost two months since then and it’s still hard for me to write or think of them in past tense — “they were…”, “he was…”. Loss, despair, grief, all of those emotions you feel when someone you know has passed away hit me like a tidal wave — all at once. Because of how sudden it was, I could have easily let myself drown in all the grief I felt, but instead I decided I was not going to let it weigh me down, and have slowly been making my way back to shore. I understand that for those of you who have felt this pain, it can be hard to process and go through the stages of grief when the loss itself suddenly comes crashing out of nowhere — add to that the extremely personal and inexplicable reasons behind your loved one’s decision and you are confronted with so much confusion and doubt that your emotions begin to cloud everything you thought you knew about this person you cared for so deeply.
Hello again, everyone! I hope you’re all faring well with the semester wrapping up and exams on the horizon. I know it can be a busy time of year and believe me — I’ve been feeling the pressure here in Switzerland, too. What’s been getting me through the most arduous of assignments however, has been that wave of relief after the whirlwind of first semester — Christmas break. I was excited when I heard this was the last issue of Pro Tem before the break, not because I don’t like writing my column, but because that meant I could write the article I’ve been waiting to write since I got here: Christmas — European Style.
With exams times approaching, hard work and stress are inevitable. However, this needs to be balanced with self care. Everyone is different, so there is unfortunately no one good solution for tackling exam stress. However, here are some reminders that will hopefully help your study sessions and exam preparation go smoothly.
Gnocchi is something that every Italian has grown up with. Being a student, I’ve learned that it’s actually an extremely inexpensive pasta to make from scratch! The only materials you’ll need are a fork, a knife, and your hands! My pumpkin gnocchi is a twist on the typical potato gnocchi, and it’s the perfect dish for the upcoming holiday season.
As someone who played many different sports throughout high school, I was obligated to go to practice where I would get my daily dose of exercise. Now, as a second-year university student, I find myself slacking off by not getting a good amount of physical activity and not eating as healthy as I should be. After I completed first year, the toll of not participating in sports and going to the gym was noticeable on my body. Freshman Fifteen was becoming more of a reality than simply a myth of first year. When I walked out of my last exam of first year, I made the decision to get a gym membership in my hometown of Mississauga, and this is how I found the key to being successful at the gym!
So, it has just hit me that it’s November, which is not only shocking because of the bounty of Christmas décor in the stores, but also because it means I’ve been here for over two months! In that time, I’ve travelled to cities within Switzerland, to Scotland, to Norway, and I may have a potential Croatia trip in December. However, even with all the incredible experiences I’ve been having here in Europe, there really is no place like home, and what better way to remember it by than food? That’s why, in this issue, I’ll be sharing my Grandma’s Mac ‘n’ Cheese recipe, a simple recipe that always brings me home.
Au cours des dernières années, il y a un intérêt croissant pour la prise de parole publique quant à la question de la santé mentale et de la maladie mentale. Des initiatives telles que Bell Cause pour la cause, la Semaine de sensibilisation aux maladies mentales ou encore la campagne des Visages de la maladie mentale lancée par Alliance canadienne pour la maladie mentale et la santé mentale en sont des exemples. Ces initiatives, à la fois saluées et critiquées, donnent lieu à des prises de position dans les médias et sur les réseaux sociaux, abordant des enjeux tels que l’accès à la psychothérapie, les listes d’attente dans le réseau public ou encore la prise de médication.
If there’s one thing I don’t miss about Glendon, it’s the caf. I don’t miss the limp lettuce at the salad bar, I don’t miss the not-so-Indian Indian food, the soggy sandwiches, the oddly sweet pasta sauces, or the mind-boggling prices. I certainly don’t miss the conditional passes from health inspectors. I remember in first year, checking the Keele shuttle schedule every day so that I could make it there in time to eat dinner, just to avoid the Glendon cafeteria. I knew that if I got stuck eating in the caf, I would get sick of my meal before I was even close to being full. It is for this reason that the cafeterias at my exchange university here in Switzerland, at the University of Lausanne (UNIL), have been so wonderfully refreshing.
Turn heat to medium (adjust to be hotter or cooler depending on your stove). In a large, deep frying pan, put a little vegetable oil and sautée the onion, zucchini and red pepper. Stir occasionally, making sure they don’t stick to the pan.
Quand on entend le mot patience, plusieurs images nous viennent en tête : des gestes qui témoignent de notre compréhension et notre soutien envers autrui, l’action de se défaire parfois très difficilement d’une idée ou d’une attente à laquelle on était fortement attachés. Cependant, un autre type de patience, souvent négligé, est la patience envers soi-même, et par extension, le besoin fondamental de faire preuve d’ouverture d’esprit face à l’échec et aux imprévus.
Growing up, it wasn’t until I was about 12 or 13 when I was first introduced to the idea of introversion and extroversion. It was in English class in middle school, and for reasons I can’t remember, we were doing personality quizzes, similar to the kind you see pop up on Facebook now and again. When the quiz asked me if I was an introvert or an extrovert, I was familiar enough with the words, but not with their true meanings. I said I was an extrovert because I thought that it would seem as though I didn’t like people if I said I was an introvert. This idea stuck with me, and for a while I was convinced I was an extrovert, and that I should be doing and enjoying things as an extrovert would. As someone who is very definitely introverted, this wasn’t all that fun. To try and live as an extrovert when you’re introverted, in my experience, is to feel constantly overwhelmed and worn out without understanding why. I felt strange for wanting alone time, not knowing at the time that I needed it.
Coucou, tout le monde! Or so I’ve learned to say here. Between the saluts, the bonjours, and the bonsoirs, I have been learning lots here in Switzerland, and more than just the many ways to say hello. In the almost month that I’ve spent here in Lausanne, I’ve had the chance to explore a plethora of different foods. Swiss cuisine has been amon
Who would have thought that October would sneak up on us that quickly? The familiar chill’s back in the air again, along with all the markers of Autumn: sweaters, pumpkins, those gorgeous colorful leaves, and midterms!