When it comes to architecture (or anything else for that matter) my roommate and I hardly agree on anything, we have both been studying for a long time and are looking to get specific things out of our education. There is a mutual respect for everything that each of us are engaged in and accomplished. With such a thirst for architectural experience we tend to butt heads from everything to our professors and classes to entire careers and approach towards design. This comes as no surprise to people who know me in the program but for all intensive purpose, she is a sister to me. This valentine I received was a very nice sentiment.
In a month’s time she will be traveling to Japan to study abroad for the summer, I couldn’t be happier for her and sad she is leaving for the summer. But I know it will be the best for her education and I need to learn to cook on my own.
Coming to Vancouver a year and some months ago was the scariest thing I had ever done, moving across the country, leaving all my family and friends for this adventure you have been reading about. But I took solace in the fact that there was one person I knew who got accepted into the program as well as me. This honestly made all the difference in the world to me in the first initial weeks, and still does on daily basis.
We have different ideologies when it comes to directions of architecture, and that is all right. You learn more from your peers in architecture school than any professor, and someone who challenges you is a rare and wonderful thing.
It occurred to me today that I broke a fundamental rule that I set out for myself when I came to do my M.Arch some time ago. Shame on me for letting it happen twice.