I was having a hard time to decide whether I should pursue my second degree or to just leave this whole studying thing. But fate decided that I should 'suffer' another two years in IIUM. My exact first thought of starting B. Arch was,
"Man, things just gettin' serious"
I'll say this.
It's tough. B.Arch was so hard on me at some particular point, I was seemingly ready to give up. The first semester was quite tolerable, I managed to get a higher CGPA than I ever gotten before. But as the second semester commenced, I knew I was going to drown. I knew I've always said that I almost giving up, but what's an architecture student without ever feeling giving up even once?
And I was right. They were right. The lecturers were right. Designing a high-rise building was the most difficult, mind-blowing, heart-breaking, soul-wrenching project I have ever endured. Plus the typical drama - crying, bleeding, tearing and such - but multiple them with 10. Basically what I am trying to say is, that, my fellow architects, was my first and my last time involving in a high-rise project. Alhamdulillah, I did not fail.
So here's to this one final year. May this final year be the best year of all years. May this year will be my final year.