I don’t need sex – the school of architecture fucks me all the time

If you are architecture students you’ve probably experienced:

– the taste of wood glue

– changes in your vocabulary: homework to project, ball to sphere, etc

– you don’t understand how somebody can spend less than $20 at the supplies store

– you hate people telling you “go to sleep” or “do you still have a lot of work?”

– your friends and you don’t have the same concept of work “oh, well do it right before class”

– you’ve slept more than 20 straight hours on weekends

– you can easily discuss with authority the effects of caffeine on different drinks

– no matter the effort you put in a project, somebody will always say ‘why don’t you add this’? or “why don’t you change this here? or “i think that…but…yeah, its ok”?

– you’ve heard all your ipod songs in a week

– you aren’t seen in public without bags under your eyes

– whenever you get invited somewhere, it is followed by or do you have a lot of homework?

– you’ll dance ymca with a choreography without a drop of alcohol in your system

– you write down a quick message with rapidographs, lead holders, markers and ink

– you constantly make up excuses for courses that are not design related why you didn’t do your work

– you have more pictures of landscapes and places than of people

– your worst nightmare consists of not finishing a project

– someone once called you lazy? and you wanted them murdered

– you can live without human contact, sunlight, food, but if your plotter’s ink runs out… chaos!!!

– when somebody lends you a Bic pen you look down at it

– you don’t care about sports cars, your favorite car is the one where you can put in your model and your huge computer

– you design spectacular things without the idea of the cost

– you have the modern mark: a blister in your palm’s hand for the constant use of your mouse

– everybody tells you how they admire your work, “but there is no money for it?

– you’ve gained the ability to sleep in whatever surface: pencils, keyboards, backpacks, your studio mates, food, etc

– you always have the idea that your project will always be recognized

– when you finally have free time to go out you keep thinking “who was the idiot that designed the restaurant’s bathroom? “who designed this menu? or “who designed this [chair, table, lighting, fork, etc]?

– you’ve been at many sunrises, yet you’ve never seen one

– you need to read all this in a facebook group to realize how weird your life is

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