請各位幫一幫我翻譯一篇英文hw,thx a lot!!!

The teaching assistant was appalled and let me know it. To my
everlasting shame, he reminded me in stern longhand on that first college
paper that Penn was an institution with a heritage of intellectual excellence,
and that perhaps I was taking up someone else’s legitimate space.
My only defense, then as now, is that I was telling the truth as I saw it.
I did get chosen. I married the second man who asked me. I was, after all,
graduating from college and frighteningly bereft of other prospects. He was
an “older man,” sweet, funny and promising. According to my mother,
he “had a future.”
We met on a blind date during the “fix-up” Neanderthal days, when that
was the standard way to meet. We had a whirlwind romance — I remember
that several months into it, we realized that we’d never seen each other in
daylight. It was a powerful metaphor for the limits of a relationship that
consisted solely of dating on weekends.
Vic was already a lawyer and a full-fledged grown-up of 27. He had a day
job, while I was still analyzing the water imagery in Coleridge and deciding
what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Nine months after that blind date, we were married at my Philadelphia
synagogue in a proper Jewish wedding that my parents planned because I was busy taking my senior year finals.
請不要直譯,因當中有英文idioms,謝謝!