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About this sample
Words: 823 |
Pages: 2|
5 min read
Published: Feb 12, 2019
Words: 823|Pages: 2|5 min read
Published: Feb 12, 2019
I'm sitting in my room right now, trying to figure out how to write about my future when everything feels so up in the air. I'm in my second year of college, and honestly? It's both exciting and terrifying thinking about what comes next.
Growing up, everyone kept asking what I wanted to be. First, it was an astronaut (thanks, Space Camp), then a vet (until I realized I'm squeamish around blood), and now... well, it's complicated. My parents always say I'm "good with computers," which basically means I can help them with their phones.
Something clicked last semester during my Intro to Digital Media class. We had this project where we had to design a website. While everyone else was complaining about it, I found myself staying up until 3 AM, completely lost in the coding. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to make it perfect.
Right now, I'm juggling classes, a part-time job at the campus tech support (which isn't as boring as it sounds), and trying to teach myself Python through online courses. My room's turned into this weird mix of coffee cups and sticky notes with code snippets written on them.
I've got this vision - maybe not as clear as those kids who've known they wanted to be doctors since they were five, but it's getting there. I see myself working in tech, but not just any tech job. I want to create stuff that actually helps people. Maybe apps that make life easier for people with disabilities, or something to help students like me figure out their path.
Let's be real - sometimes I wake up at night thinking "What if I'm not good enough?" The tech world moves so fast, and there's always some new language or framework to learn. Plus, my coding sometimes looks like a cat walked across my keyboard. But then I remember how it felt when I finally fixed that bug in my last project, and it kind of makes it all worth it.
I started this little blog where I write about what I'm learning. Like, three people read it (hi, Mom!), but it helps me keep track of my progress. Last week I built this super simple calculator app. It's probably been done a million times before, but it was mine, and it worked!
My friends think I'm turning into a nerd (fair), but they're supportive. My best friend Maria keeps sending me articles about women in tech, and my roommate puts up with me talking about code like it's the latest gossip. Even my little sister pretends to be interested when I show her my projects.
I know the road ahead isn't going to be like those motivational Instagram posts make it seem. There's going to be a lot of frustration, probably some tears, and definitely more late-night debugging sessions than I'd like. But I'm kind of okay with that.
So yeah, maybe I don't have the next 10 years mapped out perfectly. But I know the direction I'm heading in, and for now, that feels like enough. Plus, I've got this theory that sometimes the best opportunities are the ones you don't plan for.
When I think about my future now, it's less about having everything figured out and more about being ready for whatever comes next. Whether that's creating the next big app (a girl can dream) or just helping make technology more accessible to people like my grandma who still thinks the internet is "that Google thing."
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