"Do you hear that voice inside your head? Whispering to live your dreams instead? Some people cling to what they know, but I woke up and now it's time to go"

     Have you ever ran and ran until you just collapsed? Until your legs felt as if they would give out? Until your mind enters a different place outside of your immediate reality? Until everything became, well, clear as mud? I go through this ritual about twice a month. The funny thing is I actually despise running whether it be on a track, the road, a trail, or a treadmill. However, for whatever reason the right string of songs pops through my headphones, the stars align, and I go. When it’s all over, my world becomes slightly less murky than when I first step foot into the gym.



     Today was no different. A few things have become clear. There are things a few things I am certain of, and much more that I’m not. Needless to say, in about nine months and 2 weeks (not that anybody’s counting) I will be graduating with my Master's of Architecture. Most would think it’s too early to be concerning one’s self with a job but in a country with 9.4% unemployment, a whopping 21% for the ages of 16-24 (Egypt is at 25% for the same age group), and topped off with 40% unemployment rate for the building industry, it is NEVER too early. Not to mention that this semester is already half over, meaning in 8 short weeks I will start applying for jobs.

     Something you hear of often in America these days is ‘Educated, Unemployed, and Frustrated.’ I’ve already voiced my opinion on these matters, but it seems as my plan to ‘get a master’s degree and wait it out’ has backfired. These certain uncertainties have left me with three choices. 1) Complain, whine, and fuel that hope and a prayer that my government and its corporate pals will get their shit together and help a sister out, 2) flee the country, or 3) say screw it. I currently side with the ladder two options. At this point, I’ve got nothing to lose by trying something different. It is easy to say as educated American youths we are fucked. We are fucked (see how easy that was), unless we decide to defy the norms and do something different. I’ve recently come across several projects that are beyond inspiring (see for yourself). This type of initiative has potential and I’ve only begun to tap the surface of that iceberg.

     Although I’ve recently decided that I don’t want to be an architectural designer (similar to the way I chose to not become a doctor; I could do it, but can I be happy?), that doesn’t mean I can’t consult, market, or do PR work. Those are things I have done throughout high school and undergraduate and will be better at with design degree.

     Mark my words: I will leave this country before taking another hourly-wage job that hardly pays rent. We all know I’m too stubborn to settle and too curious to stay. One thing is certain: I don’t know what I will end up doing, my mind changes daily. I’ll find it. After all, my dad was a radio DJ and is now a partner of one of the most respected and successful finical advising firms in the country. My mother has dabbled in law school, photography school, fashion school, has an interior design license, and her CPA. Should I be worried about where I'll end up? No, I’ll enjoy the ride and learn as much as possible because if history repeats itself I’m in for a long ride.

Here is an article I found particularly interesting and referenced. I'm honestly sick of hearing these stories, but this one is short and to the point.

I am a member of America’s class of 2009 and I will succeed through this bullshit. What about you?

-M

     Have you ever ran and ran until you just collapsed? Until your legs felt as if they would give out? Until your mind enters a different place outside of your immediate reality? Until everything became, well, clear as mud? I go through this ritual about twice a month. The funny thing is I actually despise running whether it be on a track, the road, a trail, or a treadmill. However, for whatever reason the right string of songs pops through my headphones, the stars align, and I go. When it’s all over, my world becomes slightly less murky than when I first step foot into the gym.



     Today was no different. A few things have become clear. There are things a few things I am certain of, and much more that I’m not. Needless to say, in about nine months and 2 weeks (not that anybody’s counting) I will be graduating with my Master's of Architecture. Most would think it’s too early to be concerning one’s self with a job but in a country with 9.4% unemployment, a whopping 21% for the ages of 16-24 (Egypt is at 25% for the same age group), and topped off with 40% unemployment rate for the building industry, it is NEVER too early. Not to mention that this semester is already half over, meaning in 8 short weeks I will start applying for jobs.

     Something you hear of often in America these days is ‘Educated, Unemployed, and Frustrated.’ I’ve already voiced my opinion on these matters, but it seems as my plan to ‘get a master’s degree and wait it out’ has backfired. These certain uncertainties have left me with three choices. 1) Complain, whine, and fuel that hope and a prayer that my government and its corporate pals will get their shit together and help a sister out, 2) flee the country, or 3) say screw it. I currently side with the ladder two options. At this point, I’ve got nothing to lose by trying something different. It is easy to say as educated American youths we are fucked. We are fucked (see how easy that was), unless we decide to defy the norms and do something different. I’ve recently come across several projects that are beyond inspiring (see for yourself). This type of initiative has potential and I’ve only begun to tap the surface of that iceberg.

     Although I’ve recently decided that I don’t want to be an architectural designer (similar to the way I chose to not become a doctor; I could do it, but can I be happy?), that doesn’t mean I can’t consult, market, or do PR work. Those are things I have done throughout high school and undergraduate and will be better at with design degree.

     Mark my words: I will leave this country before taking another hourly-wage job that hardly pays rent. We all know I’m too stubborn to settle and too curious to stay. One thing is certain: I don’t know what I will end up doing, my mind changes daily. I’ll find it. After all, my dad was a radio DJ and is now a partner of one of the most respected and successful finical advising firms in the country. My mother has dabbled in law school, photography school, fashion school, has an interior design license, and her CPA. Should I be worried about where I'll end up? No, I’ll enjoy the ride and learn as much as possible because if history repeats itself I’m in for a long ride.

Here is an article I found particularly interesting and referenced. I'm honestly sick of hearing these stories, but this one is short and to the point.

I am a member of America’s class of 2009 and I will succeed through this bullshit. What about you?

-M

     Have you ever ran and ran until you just collapsed? Until your legs felt as if they would give out? Until your mind enters a different place outside of your immediate reality? Until everything became, well, clear as mud? I go through this ritual about twice a month. The funny thing is I actually despise running whether it be on a track, the road, a trail, or a treadmill. However, for whatever reason the right string of songs pops through my headphones, the stars align, and I go. When it’s all over, my world becomes slightly less murky than when I first step foot into the gym.



     Today was no different. A few things have become clear. There are things a few things I am certain of, and much more that I’m not. Needless to say, in about nine months and 2 weeks (not that anybody’s counting) I will be graduating with my Master's of Architecture. Most would think it’s too early to be concerning one’s self with a job but in a country with 9.4% unemployment, a whopping 21% for the ages of 16-24 (Egypt is at 25% for the same age group), and topped off with 40% unemployment rate for the building industry, it is NEVER too early. Not to mention that this semester is already half over, meaning in 8 short weeks I will start applying for jobs.

     Something you hear of often in America these days is ‘Educated, Unemployed, and Frustrated.’ I’ve already voiced my opinion on these matters, but it seems as my plan to ‘get a master’s degree and wait it out’ has backfired. These certain uncertainties have left me with three choices. 1) Complain, whine, and fuel that hope and a prayer that my government and its corporate pals will get their shit together and help a sister out, 2) flee the country, or 3) say screw it. I currently side with the ladder two options. At this point, I’ve got nothing to lose by trying something different. It is easy to say as educated American youths we are fucked. We are fucked (see how easy that was), unless we decide to defy the norms and do something different. I’ve recently come across several projects that are beyond inspiring (see for yourself). This type of initiative has potential and I’ve only begun to tap the surface of that iceberg.

     Although I’ve recently decided that I don’t want to be an architectural designer (similar to the way I chose to not become a doctor; I could do it, but can I be happy?), that doesn’t mean I can’t consult, market, or do PR work. Those are things I have done throughout high school and undergraduate and will be better at with design degree.

     Mark my words: I will leave this country before taking another hourly-wage job that hardly pays rent. We all know I’m too stubborn to settle and too curious to stay. One thing is certain: I don’t know what I will end up doing, my mind changes daily. I’ll find it. After all, my dad was a radio DJ and is now a partner of one of the most respected and successful finical advising firms in the country. My mother has dabbled in law school, photography school, fashion school, has an interior design license, and her CPA. Should I be worried about where I'll end up? No, I’ll enjoy the ride and learn as much as possible because if history repeats itself I’m in for a long ride.

Here is an article I found particularly interesting and referenced. I'm honestly sick of hearing these stories, but this one is short and to the point.

I am a member of America’s class of 2009 and I will succeed through this bullshit. What about you?

-M

     Have you ever ran and ran until you just collapsed? Until your legs felt as if they would give out? Until your mind enters a different place outside of your immediate reality? Until everything became, well, clear as mud? I go through this ritual about twice a month. The funny thing is I actually despise running whether it be on a track, the road, a trail, or a treadmill. However, for whatever reason the right string of songs pops through my headphones, the stars align, and I go. When it’s all over, my world becomes slightly less murky than when I first step foot into the gym.



     Today was no different. A few things have become clear. There are things a few things I am certain of, and much more that I’m not. Needless to say, in about nine months and 2 weeks (not that anybody’s counting) I will be graduating with my Master's of Architecture. Most would think it’s too early to be concerning one’s self with a job but in a country with 9.4% unemployment, a whopping 21% for the ages of 16-24 (Egypt is at 25% for the same age group), and topped off with 40% unemployment rate for the building industry, it is NEVER too early. Not to mention that this semester is already half over, meaning in 8 short weeks I will start applying for jobs.

     Something you hear of often in America these days is ‘Educated, Unemployed, and Frustrated.’ I’ve already voiced my opinion on these matters, but it seems as my plan to ‘get a master’s degree and wait it out’ has backfired. These certain uncertainties have left me with three choices. 1) Complain, whine, and fuel that hope and a prayer that my government and its corporate pals will get their shit together and help a sister out, 2) flee the country, or 3) say screw it. I currently side with the ladder two options. At this point, I’ve got nothing to lose by trying something different. It is easy to say as educated American youths we are fucked. We are fucked (see how easy that was), unless we decide to defy the norms and do something different. I’ve recently come across several projects that are beyond inspiring (see for yourself). This type of initiative has potential and I’ve only begun to tap the surface of that iceberg.

     Although I’ve recently decided that I don’t want to be an architectural designer (similar to the way I chose to not become a doctor; I could do it, but can I be happy?), that doesn’t mean I can’t consult, market, or do PR work. Those are things I have done throughout high school and undergraduate and will be better at with design degree.

     Mark my words: I will leave this country before taking another hourly-wage job that hardly pays rent. We all know I’m too stubborn to settle and too curious to stay. One thing is certain: I don’t know what I will end up doing, my mind changes daily. I’ll find it. After all, my dad was a radio DJ and is now a partner of one of the most respected and successful finical advising firms in the country. My mother has dabbled in law school, photography school, fashion school, has an interior design license, and her CPA. Should I be worried about where I'll end up? No, I’ll enjoy the ride and learn as much as possible because if history repeats itself I’m in for a long ride.

Here is an article I found particularly interesting and referenced. I'm honestly sick of hearing these stories, but this one is short and to the point.

I am a member of America’s class of 2009 and I will succeed through this bullshit. What about you?

-M