I went to a wedding recently. It was a beautiful wedding, and it was less strict than others I have been too. By this I mean it had a more relaxed atmosphere. The bride and groom were Jewish, so it was obviously at a Synagogue. Their names were Gregory Goloborodko and Elyssa Bookbinder. They are now the Goloborodko’s. Greg is Russian, in case you wanted to know. It was a small, intimate wedding. Maybe 100 people were there. This is a size I like, and one which I will probably be unable to have at my own, unless I don’t invite half of the family… The bridesmaids wore dark green dresses with a hint of blue and high heels (of course). The bride was beautiful.
I’m not going to talk about the ceremony itself because most of it was in Hebrew, and I didn’t understand it. However, a few parts stand out.
The first is that traditional wedding music was not played. The wedding party walked to the altar to “Accidentally in Love” by Counting Crows. It was cute and sweet.
The second is the Rabbi gave a shout out to my mom! Greg worked on my mom’s 2008 campaign, and that is the only reason he was in Cincinnati. He and Elyssa met in my basement. Apparently, it was acceptable to wear political shirts to the wedding, but no one did.
The reception was in the Cincinnati Museum Center at Union Terminal in the Cincinnati History Museum. We spent an hour in the upper part of that museum waiting for the wedding party to appear. We didn’t see them until we were half-way done with dinner, around 7:30. We got to the Museum around 6.
By the way, I really love how now that I’m 18, the filter parents and adults have been using has suddenly disappeared. Apparently one becomes mature as soon as they turn 18… LOL
The bride and groom look really happy together, and I’m happy for them. I love weddings!
I wrote this last Saturday. I meant to post it then, but I forgot, and then school... >.<
Saturday October 9, 2010
It is nearly 11 pm as I write this. I meant to post something earlier this week, but I forgot and then I was reading Pride and Prejudice, so that obviously took precedence. But I thought I would take the time to tell you about Thursday, which was awesome.
So Thursday was the 7th, and it was awesome. I got up at 8 am and went to the gym with a friend, where we biked for 45 min and made fun of TV adds. It’s strange, but good, that exercising has become enjoyable for me, but I guess that’s what you get when you do something all the time that you are determined to like.
Then I had breakfast with that same friend, and it was delicious. Two words: Blueberry Muffins. They are delicious. And I had a doughnut and a bagel, but you probably don’t care about that. You now know anyways.
Then I had my INST class, Growing Up in America, which is basically a freshman seminar; i.e. we write a lot of papers and stuff. But Thursday, it was awesome. We spent over an hour talking about books and our reading experiences, and if you know me, you know I loved that. If you don’t know me, what are you doing here? Actually, the real question is, ‘Why do our school systems drive kids away from reading?’
Then, at lunch, the fire alarm went off. This reminded me of high school.
During math, I found out class was canceled on Friday.
Then, at four, I went to a reading of The Good Psychologist, which was written by one of the psychology professors at Otterbein. Here is my response paper to it, because I’m too lazy to write another one:
Kayla Forshey
October 7, 2010
The Good Psychologist Response
Today I went to the reading of The Good Psychologist by Dr. Noam Shpancer. It was in Towers 110, and at first, I couldn’t find the room. However with a bit of careful observation of the hallway, I noticed another hallway, which led to 110. The room was set up as if for a lecture, and I took a seat near the front. No seats in the back were left. As I took my near-the-front seat, I briefly questioned my coming. No one I knew well was there, and I was lonely, with only Elizabeth Bennet to comfort me. She was soon quiet, however, as the reading was actually quite interesting, enough so that I forgot I was quite alone. Professor Lakanen introduced Dr. Shpancer with a list of his accomplishments, including another book in the works and two day jobs. Three, if you count being an author.
Dr. Shpancer began by talking about the various covers for the separate editions of his book. There were two Hebrew covers, an American cover, a British cover, and an Italian cover. The Italian cover had almost nothing to do with the content of the book, something I found very amusing. Apparently this is common place for Italian publishers. They even changed the title of the book… probably because they are Italian and inhabit a country that has Rome in it. This gives them an artistic license that transcends content-of-book.
Something interesting about the Hebrew book covers; the reason there are two is because the first was too provocative for the Traditional Orthodox Jews. It was a cross between a Rorschach blot and two strippers. Both options are appropriate, as both images relate to the content of the book. (The Italians could take a hint from them… Just saying). The second Hebrew cover is a Freudian couch on an iced over pond. This is the better selling cover as it hardly ever snows in Israel. The book is also being made into a play in Israel.
And now, a brief summary of The Good Psychologist (I know it will be brief because I have not actually read it.): this book is about a psychologist who is treating a stripper with stage fright, while teaching a class at the local university, and being involved in a complicated relationship with a married woman who lives six hours away.
Dr. Shpancer read us a passage from his book which involved the stripper coming in for treatment and his discussion of the session with the woman who lives six hours away. The book was very well written and engaging. I instantly wanted to know more; more about the stripper, more about the psychologist’s relationship with the woman who lives six hours away, and more about the psychologist himself.
Then, there was a question and answer session. There were questions like “Was it difficult to translate the book from Hebrew to English?” and “How involved are you in the conversion to script for the play?” etc. etc. The answers, “Yes. Some words in English do not have corresponding words in Hebrew,” and “Not at all,” were interesting and funny. Dr. Shpancer did not consider himself an Author, and his manner and humility proved that. He wrote The Good Psychologist because he enjoys writing, which is perhaps the best reason to write.
I think I’ll condense that and send both to my professor and let her choose which one she wants to read.
In other news, I’m at home. It is now Sunday, and I am excited to have Monday off. It is very nice. We get Columbus Day off for some reason. I don’t know why, but I’m not going to argue. It might be some sort of Fall Break, sense we don’t really have one. Instead, we get six weeks off for Winter Break.
I’ve spent a lazy weekend at home so far. I went shopping with my mom, and got some cute stuff. We originally went to get me some knew boots, but so many don’t come in size 5. It’s yet another case of “It sucks to be small” except when it doesn’t. I think I’ll have to order them online and get them sent to my mailbox on campus.
I'm at home, again. A friend of the family is getting married tomorrow, and so I came home! There was a meet yesterday, and I did pretty good. 27:17 5K! I was pretty pleased with my time. However, I am pretty sure I have a stress fracture in my big toe of my left foot. It's been hurting when I walked, and yesterday during the race it went numb. It was really weird...
So last night I decided to get a blog. I was zoning out in front of my computer, trying not to fall asleep, ranting to myself about something, when I decided I should put my rant out there for people to see. Unfortunately, I did not do this. This is because I do not remember what that rant was. But it does not matter. The point is, I decided that the world needed to be exposed to my mind. After all, how else would it know what I am thinking?
And that is the story of how I got a blog.
Perhaps I should now tell you all how life has been for me.
I am currently at Otterbein University, and I am enjoying myself immensely. It is quite a beautiful campus, and the people here are very nice. I especially like the theater people, even though I only know a few by name. The theater students will walk around campus and randomly burst into song. It is quite wonderful.
Even the sorority and fraternity people seem nice, although, to be frank, I have met very few of them. And they are apt to throw parties which inevitably get busted by the police and campus security.
Speaking of campus security, they wear red shirts. This makes me laugh.
I like the girls who run cross country. They are all really nice. I just feel like they all like competitive running much more than I do. I am pretty sure I will be doing Marching Band next year.
I am really enjoying my classes. Especially Philosophy 100. It is super interesting, and I really like the professor. This class really makes me think, something I enjoy quite a bit. I am definitely taking more of these classes.
I find myself enjoying math quite a bit, too. I think this is mainly because my professor is super exited about math and that sort of attitude is catching. He made us a mix of math music. It is quite good, and he says he will be creating more of the sort. I am eagerly awaiting those.
I am also taking a Kickboxing class. This is quite invigorating, but it makes me realize how little flexibility I have. I do enjoy a good workout, though.
My other class is called "Growing Up in America." We have been reading books about immigrants and the children of immigrants. It is quite interesting to see how they view us, and a bit alarming to see how we treat them.
What else? I have joined the Literary Magazine. Our winter theme is "Illusions." I am quite excited to submit to it and to see the other submissions.
The other day, there was a fire alarm, right as I was getting ready to get in the shower... I had to scramble to get dressed and grab enough clothes to not freeze outside. However, it was very nice to talk to some of the girls in the dorm. Especially the ones who were in marching band in high school. These are the girls I find I have the most in common with and with whom I can hold an actual conversation.
Speaking of marching band, the one here marches really weird. It looks like they are lunge-marching, rather than the heel-toe form I am used to seeing. And there is no pit, so I will probably have to play cymbals... Ah, well. Such is life.
Hmm. That's about it. Suffice to say I am really enjoying college so far. :-)
