Okay, here’s a sarcastic blog post based on your input, with a focus on the intended tone and style:
**My First Post: A Season of Sarcasm and Disappointment**
Hey everyone! It’s your turn to be a bit late, and I’m officially late. I’m writing to you all today, hoping you’ll all be thinking about the things that have been weighing heavily on my mind lately. It’s been a *very* busy year, and I’ve been grappling with a few key questions.
First off, let’s talk about my path. I’m a third-year B.Arch student, and my trajectory has been… unconventional. I’ve been a studio art major, and, in a way, that’s been a fascinating experience. The challenge was finding a space where I could truly express myself, and I was fortunate enough to find a program that resonated with my interests. That’s when I decided to transfer into an architecture program.
Now, I’m a bit older than most of my classmates, and I’ve been doing some thinking. I’ve been in the industry for a while, and I’ve had the opportunity to learn a lot. It’s definitely a different experience than being in a studio setting, but I’m happy to share some of the insights I’ve gained.
I’ve been feeling a bit lost lately, and it’s really difficult to focus on my studies. I’ve been struggling to connect with my friends and I’ve been feeling lonely. I’m starting to get sad because there’s no one I can truly trust or talk to. Most of the time, they make fun of me for talking about architecture or skyscrapers, which I love because I think they are unique when done well. The one classmate I had who also loved talking about architecture left for a school that is more conceptual, so now I’m alone in my interests. These people go to studio to talk about anything but architecture, and it’s sad that when I do talk about it, they shut me down. I am at a crossroads with depression and no real friends anymore. I feel like I am not even there. I love architecture, design, and art—it’s what I know—but these people have made me sad to even exist in the class.
It’s hard to say how I’m feeling right now. I’m starting to feel like I’m returning to square one as a new transfer student with no friends, and that hurts so much. I’m so sad because there’s no one I can really trust or talk to. Most of the time, they make fun of me for talking about architecture or skyscrapers, which I love because I think they are unique when done well. The one classmate I had who also loved talking about architecture left for a school that is more conceptual, so now I’m alone in my interests. These people go to studio to talk about anything but architecture, and it’s sad that when I do talk about it, they shut me down. I am at a crossroads with depression and no real friends anymore. I love architecture, design, and art—it’s what I know—but these people have made me sad to even exist in the class.
I’m at a crossroads with depression and no real friends anymore. I feel like I am not even there. I love architecture, design, and art—it’s what I know—but these people have made me sad to even exist in the class.
I’m starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. I’m starting to think I’m not even there. I love architecture, design, and art—it’s what I know—but these people have made me sad to even exist in the class.
What do you think? Is this a good time to start? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Talk soon,
(Your Name)
Hello, this is my first post so sorry for any mistakes
At 26 years old, I’m a bit older than many of my classmates as a third-year B.Arch student. My path here was unconventional: I was a studio art major, and switched to interior design thinking it would be a different experience. That’s when a very notable architect, who was impressed with my work, recommended I transfer into an architecture program. I have loved architecture ever since, while still holding an appreciation for interior design. I feel confident in my abilities, having gotten an internship at a prestigious firm in my second year. This semester has started horribly, not because of professors, but because of my classmates. I used to hang out with a group of people I thought were my friends. During these political times, I disagreed with some things they said, and after I unfollowed one person, the entire group turned on me. I’m left out of everything, and it has honestly crushed me. It feels like I am back to square one as a new transfer student with no friends, and that hurts so much it’s hard to focus. I get sad because there’s no one I can really trust or talk to. Most of the time, they make fun of me for talking about architecture or skyscrapers, which I love because I think they are unique when done well. The one classmate I had who also loved talking about architecture left for a school that is more conceptual, so now I’m alone in my interests. These people go to studio to talk about anything but architecture, and it’s sad that when I do talk about it, they shut me down. I am at a crossroads with depression and no real friends anymore. I feel like I am not even there. I love architecture, design, and art—it’s what I know—but these people have made me sad to even exist in the class.
Hello, this is my first post so sorry for any mistakes
At 26 years old, I’m a bit older than many of my classmates as a third-year B.Arch student. My path here was unconventional: I was a studio art major, and switched to interior design thinking it would be a different experience. That’s when a very notable architect, who was impressed with my work, recommended I transfer into an architecture program. I have loved architecture ever since, while still holding an appreciation for interior design. I feel confident in my abilities, having gotten an internship at a prestigious firm in my second year. This semester has started horribly, not because of professors, but because of my classmates. I used to hang out with a group of people I thought were my friends. During these political times, I disagreed with some things they said, and after I unfollowed one person, the entire group turned on me. I’m left out of everything, and it has honestly crushed me. It feels like I am back to square one as a new transfer student with no friends, and that hurts so much it’s hard to focus. I get sad because there’s no one I can really trust or talk to. Most of the time, they make fun of me for talking about architecture or skyscrapers, which I love because I think they are unique when done well. The one classmate I had who also loved talking about architecture left for a school that is more conceptual, so now I’m alone in my interests. These people go to studio to talk about anything but architecture, and it’s sad that when I do talk about it, they shut me down. I am at a crossroads with depression and no real friends anymore. I feel like I am not even there. I love architecture, design, and art—it’s what I know—but these people have made me sad to even exist in the class.
