As we hurtle towards our final deadline (friday) I can't help but get a bit of the feeling that we're all just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. The industry's crippled at the moment and anyone who even bothered to put together work samples and a resume hasn't heard anything.
Meanwhile we're all scrambling to laser cut, 3d print, model, and draft. I'm fussing over little fillets and lineweights. The ivory tower of architectural academia has been a blessing as we're a little insulated from the stark realization of how bad it really is. Those of us that left work to come to school have heard horror stories trickling down the grapevine from former colleagues or smatterings of faculty gossip.
But first things first. Lineweights and boards. Plan on a very lengthy, perhaps a series of posts, post-graduation on school. It's been a wild ride and a few pangs of nostalgia have been creeping up. But that's usually soon replaced by the morning nausea from lack of sleep.
Fire up the coffee maker. It's finals time.