{"id":136,"date":"2006-11-08T13:28:02","date_gmt":"2006-11-08T17:28:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/2006\/11\/08\/in-another-life\/"},"modified":"2006-11-08T13:28:02","modified_gmt":"2006-11-08T17:28:02","slug":"in-another-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/2006\/11\/08\/in-another-life\/","title":{"rendered":"In another life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In another life I wanted to be an aerospace engineer.  This was back in grade 11 physics, which I loved.  My teacher recognized that and talked to me about engineering, and I was drawn in to aerospace.  I wanted to make rockets.  I was sure that this is what I would do until I discovered art and teenage angst the next year and it was downhill more or less from there.  Over the next year and a half I took every visual art and music class my school offered.  I started working for a semi-pro theatre company and after graduation I ended up in a BFA dance program in Toronto for a few months.  I dropped out of that after midterms first semester, got married, was a starving artist for a few years, had some babies, got divorced, and am now almost done a Women&#8217;s Studies degree.  <\/p>\n<p>I hate how much I&#8217;ve forgotten.  I work peripherally now in all these tech capacities without much grasp of the foundations.  There is so much backbone work that I can&#8217;t do.  I took computer science in high school and programmed in BASIC (wooooahhh, time warp) and was <em>good<\/em> at it &#8211; enjoyed it even, but I&#8217;m no coder now &#8211; not a hope.<\/p>\n<p>Next semester I take a basic C programming course to finish an IT minor &#8211; and I both dread it and am nervously anticipating it.  The anxiety comes from realizing it&#8217;s been over 15 years since I&#8217;ve done any type of programming\/math &#8211; and I&#8217;m scared.  I know I don&#8217;t remember how to think that way and I worry how hard I&#8217;ll have to work to catch up.  My application to grad school (still undecided there) is also dependent on my last semester marks.  If I blow my GPA now, there&#8217;s no making it up.<\/p>\n<p>But on the other hand, I remember the thrill of an elegant proof and the excitement of geometry &#8211; I really loved this stuff.  How can a brain forget how to do this?  How do we just let a part of our brain fall dormant?  Is it dead?  Can it come back?  How far could I go? <\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know that I can look at this the way I did in highschool.  Now my time is finite.  If I don&#8217;t finish something in an hour there often isn&#8217;t another hour later when I can come back to it.  I don&#8217;t have the luxury of closing my bedroom door and working on problems all night &#8211; what if I can&#8217;t do it anymore?  What if I lost my chance?<\/p>\n<p>I wonder about doing a CS degree now, after my women&#8217;s studies is done.  I don&#8217;t have the prereqs.  Once I discovered &#8216;art&#8217; I had to forego calculus.  To get into the program I&#8217;d have to catch up the highschool credits I missed &#8211; even that makes me wonder.  It would be wild to spin my brain in those circles again, but at what cost? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In another life I wanted to be an aerospace engineer. This was back in grade 11 physics, which I loved. My teacher recognized that and talked to me about engineering, and I was drawn in to aerospace. I wanted to make rockets. I was sure that this is what I would do until I discovered [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6,13,39,40,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.femilicious.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}