REFLECTION

As my final semester in architecture school, I knew this module would push me to my limits, but I still wasn’t prepared for just how intense it would be. This time, the project was divided into multiple phases, each demanding a different set of skills, mental endurance, and creative focus.

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The very first project was a group work, and I quickly realised how difficult it was going to be. Out of the whole team, there were only a few people I could truly rely on, which meant the workload and responsibility often felt heavier than it should. There were moments of frustration and tension, but also times when those few reliable teammates kept the project moving forward. That phase taught me a lot about adapting to different working styles and finding ways to stay committed even when the environment wasn’t ideal.

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The second project tested me in a completely different way. It was a fast-paced individual phase, and I ended up working non-stop, not sleeping for three days straight just to meet the deadline. Despite the exhaustion, I poured everything into my boards and presentation. It was physically draining, but it reminded me that sometimes the only way to push through is to commit fully, no matter how little time or energy is left.

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The final project was by far the most challenging. I decided to work with a form and design approach I had never tried before because I didn’t want to graduate with regrets. I wanted to know that I had pushed myself as far as I could. But taking that leap meant I struggled more than I expected, with constant design adjustments, technical challenges, and moments where the work felt overwhelming. For two weeks straight, I only managed 2–3 hours of sleep a night, and the pressure led to multiple breakdowns.

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Looking back, this semester was a true test of my mental resilience, time management, and ability to keep creating even when things felt impossible. There were many low points, but also small moments of pride in trying something new, in pushing through despite the exhaustion, and in finishing the semester knowing that I gave everything I had. Even though it was the hardest semester of my life, I will leave with no regrets, only the knowledge that I walked away stronger.