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We were disappointed. It was our family winter vacation through Canada and we had only seen snow twice before. We began our journey through Canada in high wilderness expecting to find landscapes densely covered by snow within the first hour of our long drive only to find clusters sparsely populated for the first several hours. Despondent, our expectations were finally realized all at once as we rounded a mountain bend revealing a series of triumphant snow-covered mountains looming over a modest metropolitan cityscape. Stupefied, we all gawked in astonishment. “Look at those buildings”, I admired. My mother and sister both turned to me with another stupefied look. “You should be an architect”, my mother said. Although I had remarked buildings with admiration countless times before, my mother had never suggested pursuing a career in architecture. I confessed that I'm not interested in a career in architecture and that I intend to merely explore the discipline as a personal hobby. Frustrated by my lack of enthusiasm to professionally explore the career she was convinced would best suit me, she began to coax architecture into conversations of college education with my relatives and I.
Her attempts to persuade me to explore architecture didn't result in exploring architecture until she got to talking about architecture to my college counselor. My mother gloated that I possess a profound appreciation for structure and a keen eye for aesthetic organization. I believe that my mother convinced my counselor that architecture was worth strongly considering because my counselor compiled several packets on college architecture courses offered to high school students in the summer and planned dates around the schedules before consulting me.
I applied for the architecture programs as my counselor advised. I had no intention of enrolling in any of the courses until I read the USC packet after I applied. The course was advertised as a simulation of...