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Everyone cherishes dreams and I’m not an exception.
Since childhood, I wished to become an architect. Architecture is an art and science of organizing your space, filing designing buildings. Architecture is also a way to express the freedom of one’s creativity. The most important part of the profession is to have a passion. If there is no passion, then the architect is a machine that produces a series of elaborate work without gratification.
My first inspiration to become an architect is from my uncle – an architect who changed his life by hard work and perseverance. My uncle is the director of a construction office in Tuy Hoa, Vietnam. For everyone, he is a very successful man. But little do people know that behind his success many sweats and tears were shed. Even as an orphan at the age of ten with many obstacles to overcome, both psychological and financial, he never gave up his dream of becoming an architect. Through his years in school, he took on many jobs. He finished high school as a top student in his class and received a scholarship to study architecture in America. He returned after four years and began working as an architect. With talent and dedication, he completed a many projects in our hometown.
Even as a toddler, I was charmed by my uncle’s drawing. I would sit patiently beside him as he turned simple lines into intricate drawings. Those sketches were intoxicating. For many, architecture equals construction – it is arid with a bunch of steel, rulers, compasses, numbers and fully stretched desks to draw on, or moving a mouse continuously on a computer. But that is not what architecture entails. Hidden behind each of these sketches and drawings are stories. For me, the drawings glow with excitement and curiosity. When I was a little older, I shadowed my uncle to understand more about the field of architecture. My childhood is many hours in the library in the afternoon to searching passionately and eagerly when holding the new book or magazine architecture. My childhood is many hours in the evening, sitting alone and become a friend with papers, pencil, ruler, compass. This habit that was ingrained in my blood, in my mind - a habit had name is architecture. As time passed, my passion for architecture only grew stronger.
Now in America, I am constantly fascinated by the massive architectures, big bridges and tall buildings. The lines, drawings, and architectural details are impeccable. I have lived here for 1 year. The language is difficult and is a hindrance for me, but I am determined not to give up. I will continue to strive to achieve my dream. If my uncle could overcome all the obstacles to become a successful architect, why can’t I? Go to the architecture, go to Cornell, I bring a passion and a burning desire to learn and pursue my dreams. In my sense, learning architecture is like playing the piano: initially we will learn how to play, after mastering this rules, we try to forget about them and then we must be plays with our heart and our passion. I believe with hard work and a strong passion, I will bring to this world beautiful and structurally fascinating designs.
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