What's Going On? What does it take to be a full-pledged architect? I am still bewildered. They say or I have read once that the key is not to ask permission. I may misunderstood the fact that out here, an architecture student needs to graduate from college and then take the board exams after taking an apprenticeship with a licensed architect. It did not work out that way for a lot of us down here. I know for a fact that some of the architecture students even started working or have undergone training as an apprentice since their first year (freshman year). If not a whole lot of us, then quite a few if you insist. I may not understand the reality that goes on as this happens, but of course, one can never be that expectant. Advocates of the never ending arguments may prove unnecessary since each and every one of them students don't have the same predicament or family dilemma pertaining their need to study and finish, out of respect of their own interests, abilities, capabilities, capacities & from peer pressure. The school must have been more than happy to oblige with their need just to keep them safer, keep them safe from their own selves. Making them a more knowledgeable and productive member of the society.
But what if that system, however good the intention may be, could or would be that very same thing that prevented him or her to reach his or her very best potential. Wherein the student, could or would have had just said no to all the goings on outside school, and just focused on his own goal. But however hard the student may have to insist to that ideal notion, the reality seem not to work well with him. While studying in college, there is this pressure to have the ability for him and his or her peers to pay for the tuition fees and all the necessary needs to stay in school. And it takes a super humanoid robot to be that careful not to be influenced by his or her own environment. It is impossible for say a real student to just keep a blind eye to the reality that goes on around him. It may be possible for those who do not really care. For those students who seem to have that ignorance to just keep to themselves however much distractions that set in. It is like the nature and the conflict of the study. Who knows some other student on a doctorate course must be studying about how this problem persisted in my time?
But it was real hard to stay focus back then. I have classmates who never seem to have that same determination as I had. I have classmates who had children way early than they were suppose to. Unaware of their behavior, almost laughable. One can't help but just be amazed about the madness. I have this group of classmates, one classmate who seem to keep asking me about the answers to the math problems he had. Sometimes he would even go out of the room, brought his test paper along with him, and made me answer the test questions outside. It was really quite embarrassing for him before but I kept wondering why he never really felt that bad before, bringing me in to this state of wonder. His case was sort of like another guy who just had a child and in no way do we have to settle it but just to help him. And of course he was more than happy to help in other ways he can. But all along we became friends, and I eventually became the godfather of one of his child. Of course he was more than happy to keep accompanying me on our saddest days, just as some other classmates who seem to have been closer to each other, and I always did feel
like the outsider.
As we did try and manage to fight for it. Architecture school is sort of different in so many ways. I'm not really sure how it was with other generations. But the rooms were quite a few before but it grew much to my amazement. Before I could even try and go outside it and play music, in a band, with some other group of friends. Somehow another group needed that exclusivity. That needed exclusive apart from another group. That gang culture, that group culture, that essence of a tribe.
But the rooms seem not to stay the same as time goes by, and as we progressed. Learning locations were set to another place, another environment, different atmospheres. We adjusted, we were set closer to the Engineering, bringing us to a little more hostile environments. We see more of nature, and lesser of the cityscape. We had to walk more further than we used to. We also had to see more face pollution. More people to see along the way, along the walk to school. And stairs got much higher, higher, wooden floors became concretes and students became a lot more than one can expect. It was like heaven before especially when it rains, showers.
Books were at bay at the library, there's a lot to get lost upon. Classmates became jumbled up, subjects piled up, and apprenticeship became something to brag about, almost like a full time job. Walk and walk and walk and walk. The transport seem to evade me, I needed my own transportation which did not materialize until now. I lost the will to mobilize that fast. There were more conversations that made more sense during walks to and fro. Teachers were like Gods. Classmates were like brothers and sisters and bosses were like godfathers. What's going on? This does not need to end I say.
But look at how funny how things work out in the end.
