Job… not yet, although I did interview with one firm in LA a couple weeks ago. Nice company, but nothing I had my heart set on, plus I was in the middle of charrette when I talked to them, so I basically looked like hell.
Regardless, I can’t believe it’s over. I literally had deadlines every day of the week leading up to graduation, so I didn’t even have time to prepare and let the reality of finishing set in. I honestly still feel like this is only summer vacation or a long weekend.
At the moment, I feel relieved, rested, and excited to press on and challenge new obstacles. Five years of architecture school has definitely graced me with determination and drive. I plan to put that ambition to good use.
Let me rephrase that: I was a musician…
Trombone.9years.Jazz.Contemporary.Classical.Musicals.Quintents, that’s all you really need to know.
I discontinued playing when I transferred to the USC School of Architecture because at that moment, architecture becomes your life. For five whole years you eat, breathe, and shit architecture. Notice how I didn’t mention sleep. There is little time for sleep, and those who do, fall behind. Needless to say, music performance ceases to exist as it did in my now assiduous life.
A term has even been assigned to the hell we endure every year. What designers call a charrette, consists basically of an unreasonable amount of work, which in order to complete, requires architecture students to evolve into something out of a George Romero movie (zombies never sleep).
I’ve realized that we cannot neglect and abandon the things we love. As a result they will inevitably be gone forever, existing as nothing but a memory once lived. I vow to find time in my disordered life for music. Sleep is overrated. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.