The power of stickers. Apparently, if you want to be a computer programmer stickers are an impossibly valuable part of your aesthetic.
My sister and I had made our way into the building, as usual with me and events, I was balancing precariously on the edge of being too early. The information email had invited us to arrive any time between 8.30 and 9.30, we walked into the building at exactly 8.32.
The day kicked off with us and the rest of the attendees gathering in the neon-lit reception area. We were welcomed and then shown the basics of what we would be doing for the first task, by one of the organisers. Our first challenge was to build a website from scratch.
Being a Squarespace girl myself, I couldn’t quite grasp that concept. Surely using Squarespace to make your website, meant it was from scratch right? Haha, no.
In the hours that followed, I experienced the most hatred and gratitude towards my computer I’ve ever felt in such a short amount of time.
I was following a RailsBridge guide, which is a very basic instructional text. At least in theory...The guide was excellent, however, it was still referring to concepts I didn’t understand, some of the words they used I didn't even know existed.
I would describe those first few hours of coding to trying to do advanced neurological biochemistry, on a theoretical alien, in Icelandic, with no prior knowledge of any of the above subjects, or even that Iceland was a place.
Thankfully RailsBridge had enough coaches they almost outnumbered the attendees. So whenever I got stuck, I just threw my hand up in the air or looked vaguely desperate and suddenly a coach was hovering reassuringly, clutching a forever half full cup of coffee.
They would umm and ahh knowingly, and then quietly suggest putting a space next to the = or point out that the spelling was incorrect or that there were capital letters when there shouldn’t have been.
I never once experienced anything but kindness and patience from the coaches.
A few hours in I had successfully built, the most atrocious website that has ever been invented. It had a pink scrolling title, badly working voting boxes and the backdrop was also a different tone of hot pink.
And the pride that I felt in this pink aesthetic Frankinstine creation was unbridled. I felt as though I had just birthed my very own child. My own digital website child, like a god.
From that experience, I realised I really liked playing with how stuff looks, and for this, I was doing that through HTML.
This would be called the front end or user end of the application creation. The other end, the back end, is where all the fancy scaffolding happens. I struggled to grasp any of the concepts around the back end. Maybe, because I was to amused by the obvious innuendo that I couldn’t pay attention properly when they were explaining it.
In my defence, I was getting quite hungry.
After that, we stopped for lunch and I took to opportunity to grill anyone who was vaguely willing to talk to me. Some call it networking, it was probably more like an interrogation.
Find out what wise wisdom my victims said next time, thanks for reading..!