Un. Finished. Business. That’s what this blog is about.
Shhh. Lean in close. I am about to tell you the secret of my heart. Listen with all you’ve got.
Back then I was a bright, ambitious, physics student dreaming about Stockholm and super colliders. Then I hit a stumbling block. OK, a stumbling boulder!
I couldn’t grasp it. Unable to wring cooperation from cold plastic and metal monitors, I fell further behind. A sour taste began to spread. Stockholm became surviving the semester. Four years became five. Bruised from it all as I crossed the stage, masking personal scars with a cap and gown, I simply walked away to pursue other dreams. Like a snowflake on a warm hearth, the old dreams melted away.
They story should have ended right there, but it didn’t. Years later, driving home from my job as a high school math teacher I heard a radio story about the dearth of women in technology.
Fact: There are fewer women working in technologically demanding jobs today than in 1984.
Casually I began to read about this phenomenon when I stumbled across the camp. Web development boot camp to be exact. They claim to be able to take a person who is tech illiterate and transform them into a junior web developer in 8 months.
The old dreams whispered faintly in my ear and I knew. Programming had conquered me once before.
This is my chance. This is a grudge match. This is personal.
So I applied and to my amazement I was accepted.
This is a chronicle of my trials and celebrations as I attempt to complete a web development boot camp as a complete and total technology ne’er do well.
This is for the old dream. It’s time to finish some business.