Ice Cream & Memory

Ice Cream & Memory

Time is on my mind. Four weeks since C4Q started. In 24 hours it'll be 15 years since that bright blue and deepest dark day and season that changed the world and the little thing I call my life, not to mention the skyline of the little town I call New York and home. In about a week I'll be *coughing fit*...a year older than I was. I'm someone's aunt now, when I wasn't last year. Friends have babies, friends have toddlers and actual kids.

That art conference I submitted to and then withdrew from in August once I found out I'd gotten into C4Q is sending out Congratulations/acceptance letters now according to Twitter. I'll never know if I'd gotten in based on the portfolio I sent. I guess that's ok. I've also got a letter from former graphic novel teacher in my inbox calling me "talented" and asking if I've got an agent yet. Hope she'll take the news of my career shift well once I muster up the courage to write her back.

Meanwhile, in class we finished our first unit test (think I did better than I did on the first biweekly assessment; we'll see) and are about finished with the book they gave us on our first day. We're moving onto Stanford video lectures and building! Actual! Apps! I'm both hesitant about this advancement in our education (am I ready to move on?) and eager to finally make stuff and get working with the theory we've been studying for four weeks.

Tonight was the ice cream social with all three cohorts (Android, Full Stack, and iOS). We (iOS cohort 3.2) won the ice cream sculpture contest against the other two cohorts! I was in group 1, which was Planning, and sketched out our plan with dry erase marker on a green oversized index card, but honestly the hardest part was picking from all the good ideas everyone had. I still wish I could've seen what kind of ice cream volcano we would've made if we'd gone in that direction. Our sculpture totally ended up rad. RIP.

I get the sense that our cohort is, collectively, a bit younger (we're certainly louder in a large group—sorry Falchi building security guard) than the other two C4Q cohorts, which I think worked to our advantage in the ice cream challenge; we had the blissful ignorance of youth on our side. That might just be me and my looming birthday talking though.

Remembering our team scooping out the ice cream and struggling to write "Hello World!" which became "C4Q" which at last was just spaghetti-code spirals of Hershey's syrup on a dozen scoops of vanilla and mint chocolate chip ice cream on top of Rice Krispies treats, makes me wonder if our future jobs as coders will be half this fun. I hope so. I imagine keeping real-world legacy code running will be a lot like sculpting ice cream in a hot, windowless room, so I hope the people I work with will have the same lust for life that the peers I have now do. I think that'll go a long way towards making the process seem more exciting as opposed to doomed.

As much as I'm struggling as a newbie coder—and I am struggling—it's still exciting to work with code. I hope I can keep the spark of that excitement burning as I go on from here. Time has its way and changes things, for better and for worse and for different. I was very lucky to be trained as an illustrator and work briefly as one, and I feel very lucky to be trained as a programmer and with any luck one day work as one and give back to this program.

Time passes moment by moment, but in this moment there's still time. Thankfully.

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