New Patterns

For the second time this week the first year architecture students made our way to the fourth floor of Taylor Hall. Today the atmosphere was more even, less anxious; some students walk in sleepy eyed, others are wide awake and ready. This morning was vital to the analysis of our new profs. Of course we've all heard rumors and stories about each professor from our friends, peers, and other architecture students but today could be our first personal judgment of our instructor of choice.

The fifteen people in my section gather around one desk and Stauffer proceeds to haphazardly explain patterns. He told us that a pattern doesn't have meaning; only when it becomes an ornament does it acquire specific or vague significance. We all nod our heads in understanding but I keep the idea in my mind, rolling it around in an attempt to make it clear.

After a bit more ambiguous explanation and a few awkward silences, Stauffer announced that he would come around to check out the patterns we each selected. Seconds later he was no where to be seen. Our laxed confusion continued for a good ten minutes until someone exclaimed "Found him!" We followed a pointing finger outside to the sidewalk leading from the student center up the hill to Taylor. To some coffee is as essential as a right hand and no amount of anxious students will keep them from getting that bitter caffeine.

Jazzman's black in hand, Stauffer began to make his critiquing rounds only to disappear again on a quest for copies...or something. Despite my anxiety to get through this important first crit these unexplained mini errands, somehow, were not very distracting. I paced a bit and made little talk with my friends as I waited for Stauffer to come to my desk.

Eventually, I had my crit. The feedback was brief but concise and my next direction for the weekend assignment is present even if it is a bit wavy and grey. No matter though; as always we'll figure it out and besides, necessities are ness lecessary. 

...carolyn