8.27.12

On my evening commute a guy plopped down in the seat next to me and proceeded to flip open his laptop. The corner of my eye caught a glimpse of his screen, and I recognized the gibberish I saw to be code. He was programming while in transit! A part of me thought ew and the other part of me was completely fascinated. I wanted to make sense of his world and understand it for myself. Then I began to wonder if I could ever hack it as a programmer. Sometimes I find myself saying that in another life I'd be this or that. And then I realize that leaves me discontented, or worse, thinking that I can be someone I'm clearly not. As a teacher, I grade papers standing up without holding on to anything as the train lurches forward. Beat that, programmer dude!