When I was in high school, I took many college entry courses in English Lit, 4 1/2 years of math, physics… as well as almost every shop and art class offered. I had no control over what I was interested i, and I was not being adequately supervised. My parents worked, and I never got arrested.
At the time, I was working in the drafting department of a tech equipment company (while I was there, they were working on a machine that could scan a sample and return the percentages of minerals within. There was much amusement when they scanned a fly) At the time, our CAD machine occupied an entire goddam room, and had to have a separate cooling system), but everything else was hand drawn.
Hilariously, the obviously ill-equipped High School counselor, when performing the rote pre-graduation review, looked at my transcript and could not figure it out. He looked at me, and said, “what do you think you should be doing?” to which I replied “I am already white collar, motherfucker, and that’s a good coin for this podunk town” (maybe not in those words. He shrugged and put the file away. Thanks, asshole!
However, my father, who succumbed to the anti-college sentiment of a suburb adjacent to a college town, had a chance to go to land grant state school and I think regretted not going, insisted that I go to some kind of post-secondary education. To which I said (already being a punk) well, then fuck this I am going somewhere else to college, and found a UW school in the middle of nowhere (shut up, you with the ‘aren’t they all’ comments) and enrolled in the engineering curriculum. That turned out to be a bad fit, but we corrected course and got into pre-architecture and subsequently moved to Milwaukee.
But wait. That’s not what I’m here to talk about. I’m here to talk about the draft. (wait while I refresh my drink)
No, wait, I am here to talk about historic windows. Wait. I’ll come in again.
I’m here to talk about drafting standards. Ok, we’ll go with that.
During that checkered high school history, I took every drafting class offered. I also took every shop class available, and most of the art classes. And 4 1/2 years of math. And 3 years of English and Literature. (The traverse from one end of the school to the other for these wildly divergent classes sometimes challenged an ability to actually cover the distance in the class break time). The drafting teacher (who also doubled as my freshman basketball coach) was kind of bemused, teaching a class balanced between art and science and shop, and as that kind of class had many students who were aiming for trade school. But he discovered I had great skill at hand drafting, and while the rest of the class diligently worked on the current assignments, often struggling, I mostly blistered through them and he had to scramble to give me extra work to keep me busy. At several points, he just told me to not come in for several days until we got to something new. “Take a week off”….
I learned how to handle a pencil to create effective line weights, and what those line weights could mean. Eventually, in college, I bought some (relatively) expensive graduated ink pens to do those time-consuming presentation drawings.
This is something being lost in the CAD environment. Colored lines on a screen mean nothing, and do not translate to physical prints of drawing – which we still use, because we need hard copy in the field. A friend who is in the State plan review area, agrees- he says most plans come in with no line hierarchy control at all. One of the things I have had to really emphasize employees, especially more recent graduates is that construction drawings are a form of communication, and line weights are the inflections that help to make sense.
in an early preliminary collidge class, I was criticized for using what are derisively called “bubble trees” . In defiance, I checked out several books on how to identify trees in profile from the library, and most importantly found many illustrations in the endpapers that showed all these various trees. I used these to illustrate my next project , and the amount of ink I put on the paper was so much that I had to matte the whole thing with a black border just to make it balance. One person kept wandering back and forth during my presentation, and insisted that he could see shadows moving in those trees.
But in that high school class, at one point the instructor, I think desperate to find more things for me to do, and maybe looking to present a challenge, had me do large-scale (3″) details of windows and doors. I fucking loved it. But I suddenly had a crash course in how windows were built and installed. It was, frankly, one of the most instructive and informative single episodes in my pre-professional life.
Here is what it looks like when I use those skills on a contemporary project. And unlike those projects in high school and collidge, this is for-real and for construction, and since they are part of applying for historic tax credits, real value in actual Ameros (if you are interested, those details are now approved by the National Park Service):

Because, for the most part, most windows are based upon hundreds of years of figuring out how to make windows that work pretty well. In recent years, window technology has gotten vastly better, but the basics that were well established when my house was built in 1904 are still valid.
Amusingly, although I went into college as an engineer but left as a baby architect, when my younger brother who was still in high school told my old drafting instructor that I was going into architecture, the guy said “well of course”.
So here I am 4 fucking decades later, working on an historic building and during investigation, we discovered that a fair amount of the original ground floor windows still exist and they weren’t destroyed and are in good shape because they were covered up at some point which protected them, which will allow for restoration. Of course, those concealments were unnecessarily destructive, as it far too common. Out initial submission to the NPS showed new windows in these locations, but considering the condition of the existing windows, my recommendation is now restoration, with new thermal panes added to the interior for modern energy expectations.
And here I am, preparing a change to our original NPS approval, showing that we will be preserving the original windows and doors where our original application indicated new construction (since it was all concealed and we had no idea what was underneath), and I am doing details of the existing and since I did those old detail assignments in high school, I know how these windows were built.

Look at what they did to that masonry detailing. fucking vandals, it would not surprise me if it was done by the Trump family. Also love the GE marketing.
Look at the damage, done so they could put really ugly aggregate panels over everything. I do not forgive.

Mind you, this is what the masonry looked like when before those savages attacked it with chisels and hammers.
But I dearly love reusing buildings and historic buildings. And doing this does makes me happy.
Happy.