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Exactly one year ago I got my degree in Architecture, with a graduation thesis about Hospital halls and their design. Thinking back at that day, I remember just one thing: the moment I took my place in front of everybody, heart somewhere between my throat and my stomach, and I looked up. I saw my two professors among others I barely knew, my parents and friends, people I didn't recognize and then I looked back at the laptop (not mine, the guy before me left it for both me and the other guy after me to use it: we were only three, that day!), my powerpoint presentation winking at me from the screen and above my head on the projector screen and I quickly scanned the first line of my speech, on the draft. I took a deep breath, smiled looked straight ahead, facing the professors and start talking about hospitals and hospital halls, the relationship between healtcare, patiens, doctors&nurses and the patients' families, about how to design a healty and comfortable hospital environment, beginning with the first thing we see about a hospital, its business card. And just like that I felt calm and confident. I knew I could do it. The professors almost fighted on the copies of my paper (it looked like a fancie book with a photograpich hard cover that now has all their finger prints on them, no matter how much I tried to remove them!), looking at the great number of pictures I put in there, proud of the thorough job I did in researching interesting and peculiar examples of hospital halls. And believe me, it wasn't easy. I even took a few field trip to the newest, biggest and most famous italian hospital (staying at my friend's, thank you Chiara!), reporting how it was developing and how people were coping with the new idea of hospital. Something like 20 pages of pictures I took and notes I made about just one hospital. (the pictures i took during those field trips probably could have been enough to fill in a 150 pages thesis without having to write a single word!) At the end one of my professors gave me the universal sign that mean "cut it short, your time is up!", I nodded briefly, relaxed some more and smiled. I was at the end of my speech and I just needed another couple of minutes. I reached my conclusions and smiled waiting for their questions.
What did I learn that day?
That once my mind is set and I'm confident of the work I've done, nothing can stop me!
So...
Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball!!!
Cheers