If you asked me 10 years ago, what I thought I would be doing now- well it would not be this. At 13, in the 7th grade, I did not know what design studio was, let alone fathom being up past 11:00 doing homework [its 3:30 am]. Yet, here I am, and I will say- 4 years ago I knew exactly what I would be doing now: slaving over architecture that will never be built, hoping for a grade that I can be proud of, and lastly, writing a thesis.
Now ask me this- "what do you see yourself doing in 5 years, 10 years,..." Well, thats a really good question. I may be better equipped to say what I wish to accomplish or experience within this time frame. Will I be in Architecture, who is to say.
What helped me realize what I was to be doing was not that I had that clear of a vision- rather I had a precise path, in which I knew my activities and pursuits would be prescribed. And more importantly, I had role models on that same course, so I observed their lives, emotions, friendships, and of course bar nights. So, like graduation, accept here, I think 'they' prescribe are lives to our shits. My thesis book is getting fatter (phatter [if anyone still knows what that means]) than me, and I just hope I can turn it in on Monday @ 1:00 for Wilhelm.
- And if I do, I can use that new flask I bought for MAY 10th!
This is the education of my life.
... or maybe this is just the beginning...
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