Well, then, what have I done? What have I really accomplished, my first year here? I've abandoned my friends. I've run away from my Architecture, my passion and my life's dream. I can only look at the architects with envy, now. I've lost my will to run. Exercise? I walk to class, I jog around occasionally. Some athlete I am. So, I guess I've lost my motivation. I don't want to do anything, anymore. I don't even feel like PGP-signing my email anymore; forget writing a letter, with an actual pen, paper, no backspace key. I look back at what I was: Busy, active, self-confident, and satisfied with being single. I remember a typical scene, from the first month I was here: I'd gone to Kimmel food court for a studio break, with some friends, and a girl from a higher year. Over ice cream, she told us that only ten percent of architecture graduates get jobs as designers. I grinned all the way back to Slocum, because I knew I was better than ninety percent of my class.