First Girl Crush

Well, as it turns out, architecture asked a little too much of me. Like my soul. Fuck Le Corbusier!

Yeah, I said it.

Why do I want to go to school to learn to design just like someone else? I think one Le Corbusier in the world is more than enough.

The thing is…without architecture…who was I?

Miserable. That's what I was. Depressed. There were demons deep inside of me that needed to be addressed.

And as those demons rose toward the surface, it became clear really quickly who my real friends were. People I thought were good friends, close friends fell away. Not knowing how to deal with the pain I was holding inside. People who were real and true rose to the surface with me.

One night I found myself unable to sleep, wandering the halls. I walked out into the Sadler 7 lounge.

There she was.

The girl, remember the girl, from the first day. There she was at some ungodly hour of the night making couscous.

For the life of me I do not remember how the conversation was even started. Though, I think perhaps our mutual friend was there in the beginning. All I really remember is that we talked and talked and talked. Well…..I probably did most of the talking. She was not the talking type. She just listened to whatever craziness was coming out of my mouth. In her cute punk'd out pajamas. Eating her garlic cous-cous. She listened. It was well after four in the morning before we even went to bed. I hardly noticed the time going by.

It was one of the first and few real connections I had made in this sea of pre-occupied silver-spoon over-protected spoiled trust-fund babies and their wanna-be hanger on-er friends. You know the ones, the college kids who still think being "popular" is what is most important in life. The deepest thought they've ever had was "why is the bottom blue?" while at the bottom of a deep swimmingpool.*