I really didn’t have the intention of growing out my hair solely to donate it later. I just never had long hair, and I wanted to see how long it’d take me to grow it as long as I possibly could stand it. I didn’t cut it for a year and a half, but my hair was already past my shoulders to begin with. I kept giving myself deadlines to cut it off, after a breakup, after the new year, after graduation, something. I chose after graduation, carry the burden of the last year and half of school brought me along with my hair. I loved it, but I’m a short hair type of girl and I missed that.
So after graduation, I went to Fantastic Sam’s, told the lady how short I wanted it and that I wanted to donate it. She put my hair in two ponytails, and chopped them off with no warning. I was shocked, but I knew it was going to a good place. My hair was light, and easily maintained, and just in time for summer!
I sent in the hair, and I’m glad it’s for a good cause. It was the only reason I was okay with chopping off 10 inches of hair.
I’m not sure if I’m the first generation to get a degree from college, but whatever the case, it sure is one hell of an accomplishment. Much greater than finishing high school, and much more pleasing than turning another year older on a birthday. Maybe.
At first I thought it was a day for my family to celebrate my accomplishment. The day turned out to be something else. I was happy, so happy, and so proud to be sitting in that tent with my fellow colleagues because we made it. We spent the last five years suffering and enjoying the likes of architecture, all in solidarity. And then came the celebration with the family. All these people, all here for me, I’ve never been more grateful to have the people in my life. I received hugs, kisses, phone calls, text messsages, emails, facebook wall posts, and greeting cards telling me congratulations. And yes, it couldn’t be done if it weren’t for me. But I couldn’t help but thank a lot of people along the way. I did it for me, but I couldn’t do it without a strong support system.
My name was called, I walked across the stage. My brother kept yelling “That’s my sister!!” repeatedly until I walked off the stage. Causing the Dean of Architecture to pause calling out anymore names, and to receive numerous comments later in the day about how my brother got the audience revved up and how everyone else tried competing with a loud mouth like him to a huge group of people. They couldn’t. Haha.
I hope to graduate again from college, get a Master’s within the next five years. But for now, I’m taking a nice long break before I make my next move. It’s well-deserved.
I went to an accredited 5-year architecture program in Southern California. It’s a professional degree, meaning, I don’t have to go on and get my Master’s Degree if I choose not to.
Anyway, the last semester of this challenging program requires a degree project. We spend a semester researching and reading, and then come up with a problem, essentially what our thesis project will become, and work on it for a semester.
Never in a million years did I see the light at the end of that five year tunnel. Nor did I think I’d have the project that I did. It dealt with humor in architecture, challenging size and program, and a social commentary on Los Angeles.
I honestly couldn’t do it with the help of my wonderful advisors. They allowed me to do what I want, and direct me if I got sidetracked. The semester required four cluster reviews, asking us to have made plenty of progress to keep going. I’ve received mixed reviews; ones where I’ve offended old professors, had a guest critic hip thrust during a critique, and made people laugh.
I had the opportunity to talk to years after me, asking me advice on how to conquer such a challenging year. My advice: Do what you absolutely love, and have fun. I’m not going to lie, it was definitely challenging and emotionally taxing, but oh-so-completely worth it.