I got lost.
Terribly lost, dizzyingly lost, as I drove to my very first day of Codeup’s programming class.
At this point, I know what you are thinking.
“Haven’t you been there before?”
“Haven’t you been there several times before?”
Answer: Also… Yes.
So my terrible sense of direction coupled with near crippling excitement and anxiety combined to create a spectacular fail on the highway.
I missed my exit… by a long shot.
Forty-Five! I blinked in disbelief!
Forty-Five waypoints just for basic HTML5 and CSS alone!
I am referring to the revamped curriculum offered by FreeCodeCamp.com. This website is completely free and takes the user step by step through the technologies that are necessary to master in order to become a Full-Stack web developer. (See If You Build It…)
The trees were naked. The grass brown as beached, dried seaweed. The air held a bone chill and blew ice cold. Back in late February/early March when I first encountered Twitter Bootstrap, these were the conditions outside my bedroom window. I turned from the wintry, oppressed scene outside. I faced my computer, fired up google and typed “What is Twitter Bootstrap?”
“’Tis but thy name that is my enemy!” ~ Romeo and Juliet Act II, Scene II
Juliet’s timeless lament summarizes Chapter 2 in Clean Code.
The author tackles names in this section, beginning by pointing out that programmers name things all the time.
“Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
Today, despite the trepidation, a small smile broke over my lips when I saw the email.
The message was brief but exciting, heralding the official start of the Programmer’s Book Club!
I voiced my interest in the bookclub at the end of the Web Developers Meetup Group that I attended last Thursday (See A Sangha For Soun-Ja) and today I received my official invitation to join in.
The date is set. Our inaugural meeting will be Thursday April 30th from 6pm -7pm. Earlier, a vote was conducted to determine the book we will read.
The winner is: Clean Code by Robert Martin. I have a pdf of the book already downloaded and ready to go. According to the email, we are to have the first three chapters read and ready to discuss for our first meeting.
“Euler calculated without apparent effort, as men breathe, or as eagles sustain themselves in the wind.” ~ François Arago
The only sound apparent was the silvery, creek-like trickle of the fish tank.
And of course the scratch of graphite on paper, the rubbery pass of the eraser, the occasional puff of breath clearing the work area, and the rapid tap of keyboard keys.
I began again.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…
Do you recognize this sequence of numbers?
Your eye knows and loves them well, even if your brain is drawing a blank.
All things are mercurial, leaving one to feel adrift. Subject to the whims of a capricious cosmos, we each dig our makeshift trenches, erecting defenses against the vexing volatility of the universe.
My fortification against this inconstant world is information.
I am the type of person that reads everything, all the time, everywhere. Border-lining on the compulsive, my constant acquisition of data feels like a fortress between me and the persistent winds of constant change.
My thinking is, if I can just know enough, I will be prepared for any eventuality. I will not be sucker-punched by the gods.