During his third year of engineering studies he made a fortuitous visit to the School of Architecture. He was awakened to the idea that this discipline was for him. He was very excited at the thought of designing and constructing beautiful buildings.
The following year he began his architectural studies. He enjoyed most of the program but two classes were difficult for him and he failed them. Analyzing works and the writing required for the course, History of Architecture, was beyond him that year. He had problems with his Structural Engineering class too. Thus he had to become a part time student and repeat those classes the next academic year. He aced both classes the next year while working during the term as well. In retrospect, I think he felt lost and depressed during that period. Of course he never said that.
Mart also began questioning his feelings for me and wanted to date other women at the beginning of this part time year. I was devastated. I did not in the least expect this. I was sure I was destined to be an “old maid” now. After all I was 22 years old!
So we both began dating others. I was less enthusiastic about it than he was, for sure. Mart still asked me to go on dates, his mother still invited me for dinner. It was weird and painful.
The upcoming year would be a year filled with changes, me moving away then coming back, Mart’s parents moved to New Orleans, so he moved to a shared apartment with some of his classmates. He was 23 years old and on his own for the first time.
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