I grew up surrounded by computers – and I mean this literally
My dad, a superhero without the awkward Spandex suit but with some knowledge of just about everything, worked in a company whose entire IT infrastructure depended on him. When he wasn’t bringing computers to our flat, he was bringing me to the computers at his job. I strolled through corridors of machines as tall as skyscrapers, played with motherboards the same way other kids played with Legos, and watched my dad write coding novels in the Windows XP command line all the while he juggled his bottomless coffee mugs and the equally bottomless “How does this work?” and “But why doesn’t that thing work?” and “When will I understand everything?” questions of a curious little girl on his shoulders.
It was hard to keep up my coding hobby whilst at uni
Although I stayed largely loyal to social subjects in high school and settled on language studies at university, I approached art with the mind of a scientist who loved getting her hands dirty with projects in the tinkering spirit of Tony Stark. But I won’t lie to you – all in all, those years in education were a blur, and my coding hobby disappeared among the other 56 tabs constantly opened in my mind. For a decade I had been go-go-going for so long – getting good grades, getting once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, getting out into the world – that suddenly stopping to a halt after my graduation meant losing sense of what I really wanted to do.
So I blindly started searching through graduate schemes, and when my frustration finally hit hopelessness, I asked myself what interested me with the curiosity of a little girl. A week later, I shared my story with Pete who had been looking for students for the next _nology intake; a month later, I was informed that my curiosity would have a place to land; and now, seven weeks into the course, I’m learning and understanding and building things which were just an unreachable dream made of “How?” and “Why?” and “When?” questions a few years ago.