At my Christian college, I observed an interesting phenomenon. As a playwright, I’ll best illustrate it in dialogue form.
Girl 1: Hey, everyone in my dorm, I just got a job!
Other girls (with mild enthusiasm): Neat. Cool. Way to go.
Girl 1: Hey, everyone in my dorm, I just got asked out to coffee.
(Girls from every corner of campus rush into the room)
Girls (bouncing up and down): What’s his enneagram? Have you planned your wedding yet? How many kids does he want? You better let me be a bridesmaid.
Granted, yes, I did implement slight hyperbole, but only just slight.
My college campus raved about marriage. We had a number of terms to indicate one’s desperation to find their potential significant other in four years. From the time you moved onto campus and engaged in the “Freshmen Frenzy” (freshmen trying to find their future spouse) to your final semester on campus where you tried to squeeze in last-minute coffee dates with near strangers (the “Senior Scramble”).We had rituals surrounding dating and marriage life at our college.
Couples would walk around the loop on campus, symbolizing a Define the Relationship (DTR) talk. Females who got engaged would sit in a circle in their dorm and pass around a candle, singing, “Going to the Chapel.”
Although, sure, friends would beam at you and perhaps give a side hug whenever you accomplished something such as acquiring a job that would propel you into your lifetime career—the item you had signed up for college in the first place to attain—people devoted far more attention, enthusiasm, and favor toward marriage.
Those who had other goals in mind were ostracized, ignored, or seen as not-quite-complete.Photo Credit: ©GettyImages/nicoletaionescu