Next week, on Monday, I’ll be starting a 12 week long Web Development bootcamp. I’m nervous, I’m anxious, I’m wondering how the hell I’ll get through it. But I’m also excited.
My very first exposure to computers was on DOS. I still remember learning a few commands alongside of my mother so I could go into the basic computer games and word processor that I loved. A few years later, AOL made it possible to get internet in our home and I branched out. I had websites at places like Geocities and Angelfire, coded by myself using internet tutorials and from studying the source code of other websites to figure out how to do things. In high school, I took a web design extracurricular, and one on C++.
But my main memory of technology from my teen years was in tenth grade, when I wanted to take the Robotics course my school offered. The guidance counselors had to approve our schedules and mine, an old white man, refused to approve that course. It was a “boy’s class.” I still remember sitting there, so angry but feeling absolutely helpless. He ended up adding me to a cooking class, instead.
Sexism in STEM is still around, but I, personally, am no longer scared of it. And while I didn’t have the chance to learn programming before, at this point, this exact place I’m at, I do have three months to take 450+ hours of class.
And even if I’m still a little burned out from undergrad, grad school, and that semester of law school I tried, I’m still going to do this. I have to.