Signs.

It has only been the last two days since my 'crit' really that the signs of the exhaustion and anguish I put myself through to get the work done have really begun to show. Whilst I was actually getting the work done I perpetually was bright eyed and bushy tailed, and now it seems as though I have aged ten years almost overnight. My skin has gone greasy, my hair has gone greasy, my eyes and cheeks have sunk. I just look absolutely gaunt. To tell the truth, I feel the eys and cheeks actually look better now than they did weeks ago, but then again I like the gaunt look.

Despite the fact that I am coming apart at the seams I find myself once again having to work. This time, to reconsider my site plan, to get more of the outcome of my site analysis into the final scheme. Which I have been doing today. Nice. Except I now have to alter a section and three elevations, and draw one section and four elevations. In the next week. Plus redraw an external rendering due to the changes in the landscape and the new building. Oh, and change a detail, and redo as much of my technical as time allows, although considering this accounts for a mere 10% of my grade, and that what I already have gets the required information across, this may quietly be dropped.

So, before my tutor sees me on Monday I want to get this little lot advanced to the point of no return. The site plan I have been dealing with, taking the plan of the third building with it. So sections and elevations are called for.

Anyone contemplating architecture as a career path should take note- run hard, run fast and never look back. If, however, you are still boneheaded enough to take it up... good luck (you WILL need it) and you'll have the time of your life with sarky critics, tutors who don't tell you critical information until it is nearly too late and the sheer beaurocracy inherent in Universities. Wonder why all architects have grey hair and thick glasses? You won't by the third year of your degree.