The First Date Job Interview

“A date is a job interview that lasts all night.” -Jerry Seinfeld

Last week my boyfriend and I attended that “Harvest Fest” activity I was talking about. Unfortunately, due to the rainy weather we went to Navy Pier instead. It was a little “mall” full of tourist shops and kiosks, a couple of restaurants, a garden and a children’s museum. I definitely enjoyed myself; I usually do when I’m with my boyfriend.

My boyfriend and I were wondering about those awkward freshman couple who were on their first date. They’re stuck walking around the same ten stores peddling Chicago apparel and mementos for four hours.

First dates are tough anyway; they’re pretty much like a job interview like Jerry said. There is a lot of similarities. First of all, there is the flattery that out of the sea of applicants/ candidates, you were chosen.  Second, both involve some type of interrogation, or series of vague question which you are supposed to expound upon to give them some insight about you. Of course in both situations you are trying to impress them, but at the same you are sizing them up to see if they’re a good fit for a long-term relationship. Now, that’s a lot to handle on a four-hour first date.

Luckily, there are a couple of differences. To start with, motives. One has romantic intentions, the other, monetary. Also, even though both of these events start with a frantic and nervous anticipation in front of your closet, you’re communicating two different messages.  While playing up your best features is priority, one has a more professional slant. The method of interrogation varies as well, while one rattles of questions, one right after the other; compared to loaded questions hidden in casual conversation.

I’m so glad I’m done with that. Jesse and I are past the awkward nervous conversation point. We’re comfortable with each other. I enjoy his conversation, hearing him talk, but just being next to him makes me completely happy (okay, you can gag now.)

My Alphabetical Ode to Autumn

Autumn.

Baked goods. I know, talking about food right off the bat. Summer desserts involving ice cream don’t go well with my lactose intolerance. After the crazy heat waves we get in the summer, fall is the first time it’s okay to even turn on your oven.

Color palette. I wear “fall colors” all year. September is probably the first time in the year I don’t look completely out of place. I get to proudly don my mustard yellows. navy blues and burgundies.

Decor. Dorm life is a bit restricting (budget and space-wise) when it comes to decorating. Not to mention that everything I think constitutes fall decor is a fire hazard, except pumpkins. Thanks to my roommate we have two pumpkins right now; that’s our fall decor this year. Since I can’t decorate my dorm room, I decorate my imaginary house on Pinterest instead.

Excitement. A good friend of mine once said that the only reason we go back to school is to see your friends and show off your new clothes. So true. Every year I rush back to school, talk to all my friends, show off some new threads and think “okay, I’m done now. I can go home now. ”

Fashion. I already mentioned that the colors for fall are amazing. I have a ridiculous scarf and cardigan obsession that I don’t get to put to practical use for six months out of the year. Fall is the perfect weather to satisfy my fetish. It’s cool enough to wear a cardigan, but not cold enough to have to wear a jacket over it. Perfect.

God Loves Me Sign – Thunderstorms! I know that’s weird, and some people consider thunderstorms to be more scary than inspiring. I don’t remember when I officially declared thunderstorms as my  God-Loves-Me Sign, but since then I can’t even tell you how many times I was having a bad day, and  I would look up to the sight of lightning illuminating the sky. God was telling me He loved me:)

A pumpkin carved into a jack-o'-lantern for Ha...

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Harvest Fest. Our college hosts three major  “dating activities” every year. The first event of the year is a trip to the apple orchard that we call “Harvest Fest.” We visit the orchard, eat some amazing pumpkin donuts, get lost in a corn maze, laugh at people falling off the mechanical bull and just have fun.I really enjoy it. Growing up in California, I thought the only thing that marked a season change was the calendar. One of my favorite things about moving to the Midwest is enjoying the season changes.

Imagery. As I’ve mentioned a couple times already, I grew up in Southern California. It’s great, like a perpetual summer. That said, the first time I saw a true autumn was three years ago. I was so awed by all the beauty in the colors everywhere. Now that it’s my fourth autumn here I appreciate it even more. I like to take advantage of the days I can look outside and see grass on the ground and leaves on the trees, because I realize that pretty soon winter’s going to come and kill everything by freezing it to death and covering it with snow. Such a downer, right?

Jack-O-Lanterns. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays (if you can call it that.) Since I’ve been in college I haven’t been able to dress up or go to any haunted houses. Thanks to Pinterest I have enough ideas to host Halloween parties for the next three years. Who doesn’t love strobe lights, dry ice, haunted walk-throughs, cheesy slasher movie marathons, and mounds of candy?

Kicks. Boots are amazing! They’re the attractive transition between sporting my toe rings via flip-flops and layering three pairs of socks and snow boots.  Best part? They’re comfy and look good. Win! Can’t forget about tights. They’re great when I’m all out of nylons, and now the black and  brown is socially acceptable again, I can wear them with anything!

Leaves. I know I already talked about them a little bit in imagery, but they are one of my favorite things about autumn. I love them so much they need to have their own category. They are beautiful. When I was moving here after high school graduation, aside from all the warnings about cold weather, everyone made some comment about me getting to “experience the seasons” for the first time. When I look at the trees outside, I know exactly what they meant.

Motivation. Every year I come to school with a new planner for my homework and good intentions; both are usually gone by November. I set the same goals for myself every year: I’m not going to procrastinate, I’m going to study for all the tests ahead of time, and I’m going to keep track of all my assignments. I have yet to reach the “all” part on any of those, but I’ll give myself enough credit to say that there has been slight improvement over the years. It’s just that the motivation and drive I come to school with just doesn’t seem to make it to Thanksgiving. Ever.

Nerd weather. You know what I mean- that cold and rainy weather where you just wanna curl up on the couch with a good book and some coffee? Yes. Except during school I only have textbooks which I have to read and therefore cannot enjoy (ha ha); also the lack of a

Autumn is back

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private couch doesn’t help.

One hour more of sleep! It’s the “fall back” one:) The daylight savings time where you try to convince your dorm supervisor that you can actually stay out until eleven, because “technically” it’s ten (I’ve tried it every year, never works.) You get to go have an extra hour of  sleep and actually wake up rested on Sunday morning.

Pumpkin Spice! There is no better way to start a morning than with pumpkin spice creamer in my coffee. Makes the day tolerable. I try not to get too carried away with the whole pumpkin spice thing; last time I went to the orchard (refer to H), we ordered half a dozen pumpkin donuts, and silly me ordered a pumpkin spice cappuccino. You can’t wash down pumpkin spice with pumpkin spice. Lesson learned.

Quick Semester. Advice to freshmen: if possible, take your hard classes in the fall. The semester starts in September and ends in the middle of December with a couple breaks in between. The semester is too short for the teacher to cover all the necessary material; therefore they can’t teach a lot, and since they didn’t cover a lot of information, the tests don’t cover a lot of information.  All of the teachers trying to cram information and assignments into that small span of time really makes the semester fly by.

Soup! I know, again  with the food. The college dining hall usually serves three different meal options at lunch. It’s a good idea, but the problem is they serve all their good options on the same day and all their bad meals on the same day as well. So, the lines are always backed up because people are trying to weigh which is the best choice, or which is the most edible. During the fall and some winter they have soup! It’s great for the days when all the lines are completely ruled out because they are serving either fish, spaghetti, or zucchini I have another option!

Thanksgiving. A holiday devoted to food? Yes. Okay, I realize that wasn’t the original intent of Thanksgiving, but that is what it is today. It’s a time to gather with our loved ones, enjoy a meal and count our blessings.  It’s all about the three f’s: Family, Food, and Football.

Umbrellas. I love them. They have practical uses such as: stopping rain, acting as a weapon if necessary, or getting someone you don’t like completely drenched (on accident of course!)

Verge of graduation.  Two-hundred and five days from now, I will be a college graduate. I’ll be able to make coffee wherever I want, not worry about wearing a robe in the hallway, or calling my peers “miss”. As the end of this semester comes, I’ll be halfway there!  I’m sure as I walk down to receive my diploma all of the crazy things I’ve gone through will be worth it.

Wind. The wind is so perfect in autumn. It’s not as hot and humid as it is the summer, but it’s not Chicago winter cold where you can feel the breeze go right through you. So, I like to enjoy this 3 month span of time where it’s enjoyable to be outside.

X.  I have no idea what to write for x. I have no knowledge about xylophones or x-rays.

Yearning for the holidays. Fall semester is great because you have two holiday breaks to look forward to!  I’ve only gone home for Christmas, but I’ve enjoyed spending Thanksgiving with my local friend’s families over the years. Of course, no one is complaining about the days off school either:)

Zombies! They go hand in hand with this season, right?  Halloween is this month and the new season of the Walking Dead just came out. Also, zombies start with Z, and I think that’s a good note to leave off on:)

Confessions of a Literary Hipster

“I read that book way before it was a movie.” It’s a phrase I find myself saying more and more often; what with the imminent release of Anna Karenina and The Great Gatsby and such of the like. There is a certain frustration that some people will never understand.

1. The “Elitist” mentality

As a sophomore in high school I picked up Anna Karenina, the classic 600-paged tragic Russian novel. Needless to say by the end of it I felt extremely accomplished. As if I earned the right to know the plot of the story.  It’s not a feat accomplished by many.  This “elitist mentality” as my boyfriend calls it, reared it’s head when I was watching Nicholas Sparks’ The Last Song. I was quite unhappy to

Cover of "Anna Karenina (Oxford World's C...

Cover of Anna Karenina (Oxford World’s Classics)

discover that Miley Cyrus was cast as the main character. Cyrus did not fit Ronnie’s physique and personality in the slightest. Personally, I thought this was displayed best when Cyrus casually picks up Tolstoy’s classic and begins to read it on the beach. “In what world would that happen?” I thought to myself, “this girl tweets about her excrement for crying out loud!” Thus, the “elitist” mentality came out – I didn’t think Cyrus was good/smart/worthy enough to read the book like I did.

2. The Ruined Mental Imagery

This is probably the thing that bothers me the least, but as I read I know I have my set mental imagery. I, as well as pretty much all readers, have opinions about how everything and everyone should look and act. A movie is someone else’s interpretation. I don’t always agree with their interpretation.

Whenever I read a story and one of the female characters is described as a plain or just ugly woman, I always wonder about the actresses that get cast in these roles. Did they read the character description in the novel? Random thought, sorry.

3. The Sin of Hollywood Omission

Probably one of the scariest things about having a beloved book be brought to the silver screen is what could be left out of it. “What did they see as ‘unnecessary’?” In most cases, the scenes that are left out for the film’s sake are very small in the grand scheme of the entire plot. The only time I can remember being truly angry about that was when Jodi Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper came out as a movie. They changed the ending completely; I mean to the point where they killed off a completely different character at the end. That is just wrong.

With that said, I still don’t know if anyone really understands where I’m coming from. Looking over this I sound like a total snob, and trust me, that’s really not the case. There’s just something about reading a book, and then seeing it become a movie that some people will never understand.

On Dorm Life

Every year around graduation time the seniors have to go up in front of the dorm girls, roll out a mini-bio, and give a bit of advice to the undergrads. Without fail, a couple seniors will walk up to the podium and advise against requesting roommates.

Needless to say, I don’t believe that in the slightest. My father always told me, along with a great many things, “If you don’t control your circumstances; your circumstances will control you.” Personally I would rather hold the happiness of the school year in my hands, than trust that to some Master’s student working for the Dean of Women. I mean I wouldn’t want to overwhelm them. They’re probably too busy hunting down naughty girls that make coffee in their dorm room and don’t call dorm supes “miss”. I’m really doing them a favor, if you really think about it.

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I’m not a total control freak! I do believer that everything in life happens for a reason. Everything is either preparing us for something in the future or strengthening our weaknesses. If nothing else, I’m sure it’ll make for a good story some day. As of today there 215 days until graduation. Over the last three years I have had 7 different roommates, lived in 4 different rooms on 3 different wings.

Fortunately, I’ve had really good roommates over the years. Probably cause I followed Principle A stated above, but anyways. The worst things I have had to deal with are girls who drink milk straight out of the carton, were too chatty in the mornings, sang all the time, never slept and cried constantly.  Compared to some of the horror stories I’ve heard, I’ve had a great dorm experience.

Well, as good as “dorm experiences” can get anyways. Ha ha ha. Like I said before I’m sure it’s all just preparing me for something I’m going to have to face later in life. Before this I had never dealt with community bathrooms, three-dollar loads of laundry, Nazi dorm supervisors who read the handbook for fun, and of course living out of plastic furniture. It all works out in the end, and if nothing else it definitely makes you appreciate anything you have after this.

Who knows? Living in the dorms might’ve been a necessity for me. Before this, I’d never had to share a room anyone or be forced to deal with problems like this. It’s been a great learning experience. Let’s just say that God knows what He’s doing:)