- Making sure his assistant was smart enough to take the right attendence...attendance again.
- handing out papers with imaginary requierements (considering quality and quantity).
- explaining a couple of restrictions...to spice it up..
- reminding us that we're the lousiest class ever...which..im beginning to think is his way of motivating us to work harder...
- announcing the deadline,followed by some warnings and threats...
- answering 'few of' the questions asked rudly "with disrespect".
- adding a final glance of hatred before running out with people interupting and following from all over....not having the decency to stop and listen to them(i'd rather not comment on that)...
Useless,creepy-looking assistant sitting stiff like a stuffed animal( though not cute) staring at as 70% of the time.
stamping our sheets....and writing our numbers...which..somehow makes u feel like sheep...(the challenge...teaching the assistant to do so)
Assistant begging us to submit our work
Doc walking in,to burst out in anger...!basically,because no one listans to the poor assistant which makes the total number of students sticking to the dealine...around 10...
OUR doctor...finally making an appearance...for no specific reason...but to assure us that he will accept our work...so everyone put their sheets on a table....(ha!)
before u go home mentally and physically exausted...having lost faith in urself... either completeing a crooked silly design with all the requierements..OR...a design...(only a plan)...ur not that happy with either....which...believe me...makes u reconsider ur view of life in general...
Running around with the attendence sheet(which is all he's got).....Doctor comes in again to find all sheets piled on one table...he(and the students) start ranting and complaining...for he signs all sheets as LATE!
seriously.AM I NOT WASTING MY LIFE!
posted by Dozz at 5:16 PM
15 Comments:
No you're not, a couple of years later you would remember all those days, and just wish if you could live one day of them once again.
A couple of years later you would see that you had a plenty of time to do such a deadline.
Even though that a lot of the Instructors are ill minded, you would just laugh at them when you graduate, and how stupid they were.
Try to have the best of these days, as believe me, you are going to miss them.
enjoying these day?thats all i do my friend,thats why im so screwed right now...
and i miss them already...
but this instructor...he's just not fit to teach..seriously,he should be BANNED!
You reminded of the Microporcessors Design courses I had, same shit trust me..!
abed,
dont get me wrong,i LOVE design,i got a problem with '1' instructor...n the whole system..;)
but i do understand,mechanical and electrical engineers find it hard to relate to design issues...they'r way too technical oriented..
bashar,
me lose faith?!..HAA!
lucky me,i know im doing exactly what im supposed to do(in the wrong place though!)...i dont take those people seriously to tell u the truth,its just that they have some authority,so sometimes they end up screwing the only thing u really enjoy by their dull characters...n lack of reason.
Hi, I agree with the guys up above and you ain't wasting your time at all. You will cherish these days as years go by.
By the way, 12 years ago, I remember I had the worst times with a professor whom I always looked at with double standard when it came to me. I never passed his exams and always crept on the floor to pass his classes knowing that he taught me 8 courses and boy, he was so mean to me! Years went by and I had a serious issue in my final semester as I was about to graduate and he offered me 2 courses for free so I got to complete my graduation requirements at the time when the university refused to offer these courses because of lack of students. I dunno how to say this but he was there for me when everybody else left. That was a turning point in my life ; )
Good luck
Sorry to say this, but I disagree with you all, some how you're wasting your time. I came to that point once, and I really DID waste my time, considering architecture as the worst career ever, not only in Jordan but all over the world.
Take my advise and try to get the only benefit from your study, which is:
Let your imagination fly to the places of madness, to understand "the feelings of the few", and let us see your creativity. Good luck in your definately not "joyable" study :)
P.S. I passed architecture only when I reached this stage.
And hey I hope you won't remember those dyas.
Hell on our educational system.
I hope you're not studying in Jordan University.
Welcome to the Machine my friend.
You might hate it. But you'll think that you are better enough than other people to quit. Because simply, one look at a graduate student would make pause for a second and think.. If i give it up.. I won't be there, and it doesn't look that impossible from where I'm standing..
Saying that, make sure you don't look at a graduate architect.. You won't like what you might see!
I'll tell you a story.. Two friends of mine went to the same school that I did. I was in my second year, one of them was in his 3rd, and the other was in his first.. the first guy (3rd year student) makes a comment to the second guy about how crap Architecture was and how he should quit! So the second guy thinks for a second! (could have been two seconds!) and say: If that guy has made it up to third year and still reckons that Arch. is shaite! Then what's he still doing there?
Anyway, three of us graduated. The first guy got himself into the IT business (He's doing REALLY well), the second guy has his own company of 3D animation and web design as well as architectural practice.. MashAllah 3alaih.. He actually posted you a comment in this page and I wonder why he didn't mention this story..
I -on the "third hand" if I may say!- am an Architect. Which sort of the person that I asked you not to look at earlier in this post!
Have a nice day.
architects do relate...!!
now,me have no idea where to start,so if u lose track of what im saying,try starting over,usually works!
Fadi,
orr..shall i say,Mr. Fadi??!...
Professors can be really sweet sometimes,ma 5talafna,they'r human after all,we had a couple of those,but most of them are quiting or on professional leaves...so that 'leaves' us with one lame prof. who happens to be the coordinator of almost everything....
now,i need to clear something out,I LOVE those days,ur talking to someone who actually left 'maq3ad tanafus' in the industrial engineering department to study architecture paying double the price!..n where?...at the JU!!!...where everything is under control,n they'r not overloaded with useless students from all over!no!not at all!!...pretty stupid,ha?
but...architecture,n design in general is one of the few things im really passionate about n im willing to work hard for...n i dont have any other option(quoting my dad here!)...im just gonna have to live with it,make the best of this chaos,n let off some steam occasionally...B)
that professor...what a way to show his interest n good intentions!
asfour,
again i find myself speechless...
u need to see my expression right now!
im wasting my time..sure i am..i should benefit the most,hell i will!..our educational system is full of crap,i couldnt agree more...
BUUT!
architecture the worst career??!!...naah,not really...
there's nothing in the world i respect more than a good architect(never met one though),its the highest level of art n creativity one can reach through common sense n reason (i believe)....u dont want me to get started on this!...
im naively passionate about it,that i know,n im too optimistic...i do have my moments,but they'r few,as i said above,i chose this.
whats really funny is that i hear this from all architecture graduates i meet,but nothing seems to stop me...even i cant understand why!...
i appreciate the advice though,i'll be posting some work soon...3)..some critique from my teacher wont hurt..:)
moe,
'grin'...yeah i actually believe im better!...im bad i know...!
so ur actually supporting my point here,(or i'de like to believe so!)...i get there are lots of options for an architect...n yes...sometimes i can see how it captures people...as far as i know,everyone wants to quit,they'r always cursing the day they got in this department....but the kind of satisfaction u get from it is like no other!!...solving problems...full marks in exams..i couldnt care less..bs when present ur design...n no one's able to say a word about it..i feel i conquered the wolrd...i get high!!
as for you my friend,im willing to look(even stare)at you as long as you're doing something usefull...;)
As I said once before, I am a better quoter than a writer:
Lebbeus Woods said:
"Architecture and war are not incompatible. Architecture is war. War is architecture.
I am at war with my time, with history, with all authority that resides in fixed and frightened forms.
I am one of millions who do not fit in, who have no home, no family, no doctrine, nor firm place to call my own, no known beginning or end, no 'sacred and primoridal site'.
I declare war on all icons and finalities, on all histories that would cain me with my own falseness, my own pitiful fears.
I know only moments, and lifetimes that are as moment, and forms that appear with infinite strenght, then 'melt into air'.
\
I am an architect, a constructor of worlds, a sensualist who worships the flesh, the melody, a silhouette against the darkening sky. I cannot know your name. Nor can you know mine.
Tomorrow, we begin together the construction of a city."
I didn't make sense, did I?
u dont need to..
dazzling..
Mr. Fadi? Come one .. but my friends call me Fadi 7af!
Yes, you are right , some professors are mean .
I am very happy you like what you do :)
All the best at school.
Here you go, another one.. Not too sure it's true. But it sounds like it..
The Architecture of Happiness by Alain de Botton
Can angry architects ever stop bickering?
By Marcus Field
Published: 14 May 2006
I pity architects, I really do. They start out so full of enthusiasm at the beginning of their five-year training, with ambitions to shape our buildings and public spaces, with dreams of being the new Le Corbusier or Norman Foster, with the promise of wealth and happiness and a place in the history books. And yet so rarely does it work out like that.
During the 10 years I worked as a journalist on design magazines, I almost never met an architect who didn't live in what Henry James called a "torment of taste", angry that the world could never live up to their idea of perfection. So highly developed were their aesthetic sensibilities that every trip outside pained them. I remember one architect who couldn't sit in my kitchen, so offended was she with the way I had placed my bin "on axis". Another objected to the fact that I had placed an even number of flowers in a vase. In addition, they were generally eaten up with jealousy of their rivals, paranoid that the next job would be cancelled or snatched away, or that their genius would not be recognised when their project was finally finished. As a result, their personal lives were often in tatters and their relationships with clients regularly ended in tears. In short, never have two such words as "architecture" and "happiness" been more unlikely to come together.
Why the business of architecture should be so fraught has become one of the longest- running cultural debates in history. We know that as far back as antiquity scholars like Vetruvius tried to resolve the stand-off between architects and their public by producing a book of rules for how a good building should look. "Just do it like I tell you," he seemed to be saying, "and everything will be OK." But did people learn? No sooner was Rome finished with its ordered columns and elegant architraves then all those Goths started with their finials and flounces, fan vaulting and gargoyles. And then along came Brunelleschi and it was back to Doric again. Could nobody put an end to this bickering?
Many great minds have tried. And with smart names like Goethe and Ruskin, Wittgenstein and Stendhal already in the ring, it's natural that Alain de Botton should want to have a go. So here in his latest book we have his musings on the troubled history of architecture and his suggestion, if only we would listen, for how the whole thing could be resolved.
De Botton's path is a well-worn one. The fabulously rich and well-educated son of a Swiss banker, he naturally admires the cathedrals of Europe and Haussmann's Paris, but dislikes McDonald's and the high-rise council flats that blotted his view in Shepherd's Bush. In common with almost everybody else of his class and learning, he tells us that he prefers the imaginative contemporary domestic architecture of the Netherlands to the pastiche cottages erected by the Prince of Wales at Poundbury in Dorset.
His credentials set out, he goes on to ask how architects can design buildings which contain the spirit of the places which make him happy, and avoid what he sees as the pitfalls of those which do not. Or in De Botton-speak: "The challenge facing ordinary home-builders is no different from that which faced the architects of Chartres and the mosque of Masjid-I Imam in Isfahan ... Without honouring any gods, a piece of domestic architecture, no less than a mosque or a chapel, can assist us in the commemoration of our genuine selves."
De Botton's solution is that we all need to acquire an understanding of what the Japanese call wabi, which in essence is the appreciation of simple pleasures: "ill-matching sets of crockery... walls with blemishes... rough weathered stones covered in moss and lichen." For him this translates into architecture as a plain concrete house on a Swiss hillside. Basically, what De Botton sees as the root cause of the problem is the lack of education in the people who commission or consume buildings. "After being properly introduced to the true range of architecture, the prospective buyers of a red-brick Neo-Tudor house might look beyond their original wish," he suggests. Few architects, I think, would argue with him, and their souls would soar at the thought of lines of well ordered houses - built to their design, naturally.
All of this has been said many times before of course, if rarely so smartly. The problem, as De Botton's predecessors have found, is that it's one thing to write about utopia, or even to design it, and quite another to get it built. Human nature is contrary, taste is subjective, and construction is a messy and expensive business. I can't fault the selection of fine buildings De Botton has chosen to illustrate his case and we should marvel that they exist at all. As for all the rest, the best thing is to accept them and enjoy the diversity of life they represent. Alternatively, you could move to Switzerland. Whatever you do though, don't let it get to you, or you may end up as unhappy as an architect.
I pity architects, I really do. They start out so full of enthusiasm at the beginning of their five-year training, with ambitions to shape our buildings and public spaces, with dreams of being the new Le Corbusier or Norman Foster, with the promise of wealth and happiness and a place in the history books. And yet so rarely does it work out like that.
During the 10 years I worked as a journalist on design magazines, I almost never met an architect who didn't live in what Henry James called a "torment of taste", angry that the world could never live up to their idea of perfection. So highly developed were their aesthetic sensibilities that every trip outside pained them. I remember one architect who couldn't sit in my kitchen, so offended was she with the way I had placed my bin "on axis". Another objected to the fact that I had placed an even number of flowers in a vase. In addition, they were generally eaten up with jealousy of their rivals, paranoid that the next job would be cancelled or snatched away, or that their genius would not be recognised when their project was finally finished. As a result, their personal lives were often in tatters and their relationships with clients regularly ended in tears. In short, never have two such words as "architecture" and "happiness" been more unlikely to come together.
Why the business of architecture should be so fraught has become one of the longest- running cultural debates in history. We know that as far back as antiquity scholars like Vetruvius tried to resolve the stand-off between architects and their public by producing a book of rules for how a good building should look. "Just do it like I tell you," he seemed to be saying, "and everything will be OK." But did people learn? No sooner was Rome finished with its ordered columns and elegant architraves then all those Goths started with their finials and flounces, fan vaulting and gargoyles. And then along came Brunelleschi and it was back to Doric again. Could nobody put an end to this bickering?
Many great minds have tried. And with smart names like Goethe and Ruskin, Wittgenstein and Stendhal already in the ring, it's natural that Alain de Botton should want to have a go. So here in his latest book we have his musings on the troubled history of architecture and his suggestion, if only we would listen, for how the whole thing could be resolved.
De Botton's path is a well-worn one. The fabulously rich and well-educated son of a Swiss banker, he naturally admires the cathedrals of Europe and Haussmann's Paris, but dislikes McDonald's and the high-rise council flats that blotted his view in Shepherd's Bush. In common with almost everybody else of his class and learning, he tells us that he prefers the imaginative contemporary domestic architecture of the Netherlands to the pastiche cottages erected by the Prince of Wales at Poundbury in Dorset.
His credentials set out, he goes on to ask how architects can design buildings which contain the spirit of the places which make him happy, and avoid what he sees as the pitfalls of those which do not. Or in De Botton-speak: "The challenge facing ordinary home-builders is no different from that which faced the architects of Chartres and the mosque of Masjid-I Imam in Isfahan ... Without honouring any gods, a piece of domestic architecture, no less than a mosque or a chapel, can assist us in the commemoration of our genuine selves."
De Botton's solution is that we all need to acquire an understanding of what the Japanese call wabi, which in essence is the appreciation of simple pleasures: "ill-matching sets of crockery... walls with blemishes... rough weathered stones covered in moss and lichen." For him this translates into architecture as a plain concrete house on a Swiss hillside. Basically, what De Botton sees as the root cause of the problem is the lack of education in the people who commission or consume buildings. "After being properly introduced to the true range of architecture, the prospective buyers of a red-brick Neo-Tudor house might look beyond their original wish," he suggests. Few architects, I think, would argue with him, and their souls would soar at the thought of lines of well ordered houses - built to their design, naturally.
All of this has been said many times before of course, if rarely so smartly. The problem, as De Botton's predecessors have found, is that it's one thing to write about utopia, or even to design it, and quite another to get it built. Human nature is contrary, taste is subjective, and construction is a messy and expensive business. I can't fault the selection of fine buildings De Botton has chosen to illustrate his case and we should marvel that they exist at all. As for all the rest, the best thing is to accept them and enjoy the diversity of life they represent. Alternatively, you could move to Switzerland. Whatever you do though, don't let it get to you, or you may end up as unhappy as an architect.
Designers, designers.. designers. Can't live with em... Can't live without em!
fadi,
okay,i'll forget that u mentioned those 12 years..;)
merci
mo,
not sure where to start,in fact,i cant seem to be sure about anything lately!...anyway..
An architect,someone who's thinking about every single detail in life,all the time...how can he/she not go insane??!!
it was funny to read this,having presented my design today,i was on the verge of going insane for the past month,impressing even me is becoming more n more of a challenge.i came back thinking how i wasnt impressed by any of my collegues' work!...but since im never completely satisfied with mine either...it all comes back to my "way too picky" character.
Hopefully,that would mean im a natural-borm architect..B)
i hate it whn architects (non-architects are even worse!)start blabbering about ideal architecture,limiting it to their tiny self-centered minds.for it doesnt exist!there are no rules i believe,its a matter of character,perception..etc....even if u wanna do an ugly disfunctional design,it might have a certain feel...im fine with it as long as the designer is.(and he of cousre have the authority inno y3ajib zay ma bido!).
all in all...im a happy architect-to-be..
n i'de rather be ANYTHING but another brick in the wall...
ramahi,
i'll take that as a compliment.
looool You're a true Architect, I convinced myself so many times the way you're doing now.
I fought every thing to become an Architect.
.... And when I got all the satisfaction, I simply ....... teared down the WALL :)
Keep fighting!
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