The "Argh" Factor - Part Deux.

One was enough. But I've got nine. And the delusion of the first two have long since faded into the nether regions of my cerebellum.

To fail the third was the final blow - like Tyson to his opponent. Both the opponent and I are forced to get back up and ride again so it's not like the world was over.

But now I've failed the fourth. I see a pattern here. Some say, "You win some, you lose some." Apparently, I pass two, I fail two. But I'm beginning to wonder if it's a measure of my abilities or one of those, you know... conspiracies. For the sake of my own twisted mind, I'm choosing the latter.

I've also chosen to postpone several more of my tests for the early part of next year. It's "safer" this way. Then I can really get on my own case for not studying but having plenty of time to do it. The thing of it is though....this last test.... yeah, you can't really study for it. Architecture is not something you just study. It's something you "do". Yes, in some perverse sense - I "do" architecture. This last test makes judgement in how you "do" architecture in an hour or in five hours.

This is completely the crux that I am in. When I am at my office, the nature of my profession is to solve problem - while this should be done somewhat expeditiously, the shear thrill of getting a paycheck every week warrants that I spend several hours or maybe days working on a solution; not 60 minutes in a Prometric Testing Center listening to the nutjob next to me taking his own version of Hell and coughing incessantly for a half hour.

I digress. One day I'll look back on this and throw my head back in full guffaw at the musings I'm raving about here. But that's then and this is now and for now... this little blogspot is the cheapest therapy to get me through A.R.E. purgatory.