Back when Matt and I were first dating freshman year, it came time for us to register for our next semester’s classes. He and I both wanted to take Japanese as our foreign language, but agreed that it’d be better off if we took it at different times. He thought I’d be a distraction, and I didn’t want to compete with him over grades.
This past semester however, for our third semester of Japanese (seriously, why FOUR semesters of a foreign language? excessive, no?), we both had such weird and limiting schedules that we ended up in the same class. I was prepared for the worst, since less than a year before Matt said he hated the idea of us with a class together. To my surprise, he was actually looking forward to it. We did survive, but now, for our final semester, we are back to different professors at different time. Like most relationship happenings, having class with my significant other was full of ups and downs:
The convenience factor. We only had to buy one book (which, let’s be honest, saves a giant chunk of change). We also got to ride the bus to school together and if I was home sick (thanks, flu season ’09), Matt could turn in my work for me.
Distraction. You try not talking to your boyfriend when you’re sitting next to him in class three days a week.
The study factor. No need to seek out some rando in class to help me out when I was struggling or try to coordinate a time that worked for a bunch of busy people for study group. Matt and I had each other and we were always around when help was needed.
The competition factor. Maybe it’s just us, but there was a constant need to beat one another on tests and assignments. And don’t even get me started on who could answer more questions in class.
Friendly face. It’s always nice to have a friend in class and even better when that friend happens to be a really good snuggler.
Awkward city. Do you have any idea how awkward it is to sit next to someone in class for 90 minutes when you just had a blowout fight over breakfast? And what if you break up??
So this class didn’t bring down my entire semester, but it wasn’t all a walk in the park either. In fact, the biggest lesson I learned that semester wasn’t some weird Japanese conjugation, but the fact that there is such a thing as too much togetherness. What can you really talk about with your significant other if you’re never apart? Granted, Matt and I turned out perfectly fine, but we all know plenty of couples that spend too much time together and eventually fizzle out. Or just annoy their friends with their inability to be apart.
I admit the perks to sharing a class were great (especially when finals came around), but I’m definitely ready to tackle Japanese on my own next semester. And maybe I won’t need all that study help if I don’t have someone distracting me the entire class.
Have you ever taken class with your sig other? How did that go?