We arrived the next morning again, again on the edge of too early.
I spent the morning in a whirl, that feeing of a 'deadline' looming ahead, propelling me forward with an urgency I could not have manufactured myself.
Then there was a panel of questions and answer time when five of the coaches got up on stage and told the story of how they had gotten into the industry.
A comment from one of the girls struck me, 'I went to uni to study physics then I decided to play around with tech and here I am.'
Casually studying physics, I see how it is.
I’ve never been a 'Math Person', a phase I’m trying to stop myself from saying. If I work hard enough I could be a math person. So, I’m not a not a math person but in my history, maths for me has always been a struggle. Math’s presents itself to me as a language I can’t understand. My thought processes goings like this: Because I never understood it when I was a child, I missed the cut off date, and I never will understand it.
I'm forcing myself to reevaluate that belief, and recently I've added thirty - forty minutes of math practice to my list of daily rituals. Not rituals in the sense that I get dressed up and dance around a fire, although that would be pretty epic and should probably be on one of my lists, ritual in the sense of something that I try to do everyday.
I find a lot more beauty in words than I do in numbers. You can craft cathedrals out of paragraphs, and wars out of one sentence if you are clever. I can’t do that with math. I feel like with me and maths I am constantly just trying to solve the problem, and there's only one answer, and I have to get that one answer or else it doesn't work.
From the workshop I realised was that these developers felt, in one way or another, a strong gravity towards mathematics. Whether they were drawn to it consciously or not.
Programming is maths made literate, with a bit of character.
The logic, the problem solving and with the element of creativity I always felt maths lacked, is all there.
After the question panel, there was another lunch/networking/interrogation session.
Then we presented our product.
After the presentation, I chatted to a few people about the whole experience who were all very kind and open with more of their knowledge.
Then we collected our bags, caught a taxi to the airport, I ate a P&J bagel at the airport, and we flew home. It was all over.
I feel like I’ve walked away from RailsBridge Wellington understanding a little bit more of this complicated new language. I feel as though I’m apart of a club now. The elite group of people who are crafting me and my sisters future, talked to us, taught us, and shared their secret language with us and I am forever grateful.