I might be more mature than previously considered
Yesterday I was in class and the professor starts asking us about our thoughts on the midterm that we had just taken in there on Tuesday, basically to see if there were any major issues and if she could improve anything. Well, after a few minutes the whole class just started this awkward bitch-fest where they were attacking the professor for everything, especially the study guide that she gave out the week before. The main debate was that the study guide was more like a general outline of the important things that we’ve gone over, and there was a bunch of stuff on the guide that wasn’t in the exam. People were flipping out “why would you say that something was for sure going to be on the exam or we had to know it when it wasn’t?!?”, the whole class was in full freak-out mode.
At this point I so desperately just wanted to stand up and say “She wants us to know this information because it’s going to be necessary to function through the rest of the class, as well as giving us some genuine knowledge to leave with, so chill the fuck out!”, but I decided against it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some sort of school-nerd sycophant, frankly I despise the class, but when did everybody forget that a huge point of college is to leave each class with something greater than just a grade? Isn’t the point to enhance your life and expand you mind? Is that just outdated and cliché?
This is a 500 level class, everyone in it is either a Junior or Senior, has no one else in there really ever taken a class where they don’t just spoon feed you the answers???
I feel like I’m taking crazy pills here.
Do I HAVE to compromise?
I am not the type of girl who imagined her dream wedding at the age of six, there was even a point when I thought that I would never even want to get married. In reality I had never thought too much about it, except that one day in the far off distant future it would happen, that is until people I knew started getting married two years ago. I still had no where near the wedding fever that so many girls get, even though I was in a great relationship which was headed in that direction. But still, I never got too wrapped up with one idea of the “perfect” wedding day, with one lone exception – I wanted to get married at the Franklin Park Conservatory, my favorite place in Columbus.
I decided this over a year ago, it came to me like an epiphany, it was like “of COURSE I’ll get married at the Conservatory! Where else would even be an option?!”; it’s beautiful and historic, full of fantastic plants, flowers and Dale Chihuly sculptures, and it makes me supremely happy whenever I go there. I decided, and John agreed, to this destination over a year before the engagement. Needless to say that now my entire wedding day vision is entirely based around the Conservatory.
Cut to the past few weeks – I made an appointment for a tour there for us and they sent us pricing info, all of which was fine and John was ok with, and we set the appointment up for Friday the 16th(tomorrow). Suddenly, three days ago John comes back from visiting his cousin Dustin and Dustin’s wife Corrine and has a complete change of heart. Apparently Corrine had been to a wedding at the Conservatory last summer and refered to the place as a “wedding factory”, saying that they’ll book multiple events on one night in different parts so people in different parties were bumping into each other at the bathrooms and that there wasn’t ideal dance space because of the layout of the room. To all of these claims I call “bullshit!”.
First, what place that is known for beautiful weddings doesn’t try to maximize their time and space? It’s called a business. Second,I can’t remember the last time when I went to a wedding in a public place were there weren’t other events going on or other people there. What? You’ll have to smile politely at the stranger leaving the bathroom when you walk in? Gasp! The horror! We’ll just have to call the whole thing off I guess. And as for the space issue, I can practically guarantee that the wedding that she went to was probably at least twice the size that mine’s going to be, so space could be a forseeable issue, but not with 75 people.
After John hears this he’s worried, says he doesn’t want to put a deposit down until we check out a few more places. Now we’re looking at places which are, granted, nice, and yes, less expensive, however… I don’t give a shitting shit how nice anything else is, the Conservatory is literally the ONLY thing that I’ve dreamed of and desperately hoped for, and everything else just kind of looks like crap by comparison.
Now I’m trying to stop pouting like a petulant child and just go along with it, “compromise’ right? We’re also going to book tours at two other places that he likes and we’ll decide after we see a variety. It doesn’t mean that it’s for sure not going to be the Conservatory, but now I’m uneasy. I was supposed to book my wedding date tomorrow, but it looks like I’ll be waiting, miserably.
A day in the life of a Ginger 