For design majors, a final review is the exciting and scary moment you get to present your project to a board of professional workers and professors, who critique and (if you're lucky) compliment your work. The weeks leading up to this moment are horrendous. Especially the week right before. To give an example of what life looks like, it can be characterized by 3 hours of sleep a night - usually between the hours of 5am and 8am, a hidden bedroom floor due to the culmination of project scraps, clothes, random objects you simply have no time to deal with, scattered tissues - with the lingering question of if it's allergies that appear conveniently in that week or relapsing mono. My "dirty" clothes hamper somehow filled with clean clothes, meaning the dirty clothes have no where to go except on the closet floor. Showers are scarce, while yoga pants frequent. Sweatshirts are also frequented despite the Texas heat to make up for the fact that your body is no longer able to retain or produce heat. Calls home are put on hold, unless to vent and cry or have your mother attempt to make sure you don't sleep through class. Your fresh veggies and fruits wilt and go limp as they're ignored. Overall, its a bad, bad week. But if you have a good review, it's worth it.
Tuesday night we had to be done with everything by 6pm to pin up. This time the requirements consisted of a final model, 2 perspective drawings (with watercolor or pastel), 2 section drawings (cuts through the building to show elevation changes, etc. - one at 1/4" scale and one at 1/8th"), 1 plan (aerial view), an axonometric diagram (Im not going to try to explain), site photos, a diagrammatical map of the site, and all process work which includes a bunch of little models. By making us pin up at 6pm, it requires that we get some sleep the night before review, which I assure you everyone needed. Thinking back on all the work we put into it, final review currently seems inconsequential. But anyways, my review went well. They seemed to like my project, which was a relief. However, I wish I would have gotten more criticism. It felt as if they almost didn't care as much. One guy asked if I was an interior design major - which I am, and I told him so - and then stated that it was funny because my project was actually very architectural. Which confused me. How then, did he know I was interior design? The world will never know. But once he found that out he went on about how I should always use the word 'room', because architects don't, but interior designers shouldn't be afraid to. I wasn't sure what he was getting at - maybe the fact that I never said the word 'room' when I was presenting? But we had designed outdoor spaces, which I don't consider rooms. Somehow the review ended with the two reviewers to tell me to be like a cat. Your guess is as good as mine on that one. It was all a bit strange, and I'm still not entirely sure how to feel about it.
I do, however, know how to feel about being done with it all. Ecstatic. Relieved. Stress-free. Well-rested (finally!).