The new year dawned with chill wind and grey drizzle. I watched the sun creep up with my epileptic cat MaryGold who often wakes between 4 and 5 am for some as yet unknown reason. I often keep a close eye on MaryGold even though her seizures are controlled, so when she stirred on the morning of January 1st 2015, I woke up.
The first thing I thought about was the camp. Fear and excitement churned in my stomach as I once again wondered out loud, “Did I make the right decision?” MaryGold did not answer, though her eyes always seem to suggest some deep wisdom.
My decision to sign up for a web development boot camp will strike anyone who knows me as odd. Quite odd. I am NOT tech savvy. I barely know the difference between a router and a modem. If my computer does not work, I sacrifice a chicken to the computer gods and hope the animal’s blood will be suffice. Just kidding about the chicken, but you get the idea. Computers are a complete enigma to me. They might as well be powered by some kind of dark magic.
This. Is. A. Problem. I use a computer everyday. I am using a computer right now to type out this very sentence. I feel that it is somehow wrong to be completely ignorant about something that has revolutionized the world and is so vital to my everyday existence. For me, computers represent a challenge. The gauntlet has been thrown. I wish to understand how to program computers and how the internet works. In short, I want to become a web developer– from scratch. (Perhaps less that scratch. If there is something that comes before scratch, I am actually starting from there.)
The camp that I signed up for starts in March. The purpose of this blog will be to chronicle this (mis)adventure. It promises to be…(painful, embarrassing, frustrating, potentially deadly) interesting to say the least.