To become an architect one must complete several tasks.

One must survive five years of architecture school followed by as many years "interning" in an architecture office. One must pay vast sums of money to a quasi-governmental organization to maintain records (that one must pay additional monies to access). And then, when all that is done, one must past a series of constantly changing physical and emotional tests that have little or nothing to do with the actual practice of architecture.

If one happens to live in San Antonio, one most likely will take these tests at a testing center near the intersection of 281 and Thousand Oaks. The center itself is located deep within the bowls of a building and one must walk down a long, dark corridor before having one's person searched for contraband. Only then can one enter the sacred exam room to sit for the dreaded 6, 7 or 9 exams. 

All of this, of course, is completely absurd.

I was walking by the testing center the other day and happened to look down the corridor that I walked down so many times so many years ago. I couldn't help but smile. Then I spat upon the ground and walked away.