Starting somewhere

I sit here wondering whether I truly belong at Flatiron School. My excitement is true and my knowledge of code is prevalent, yet I still have this nagging feeling which says I don’t truly belong.

Perhaps it is because I have a better understanding of some of the other people around me now that I realize I have so little to bring aside from technical skill. Even that will most likely be diminished as the course continues and I too hit the daunting wall of insurmountable knowledge. Perhaps it is that nagging feeling of being left behind eventually that makes me read and code as much and often as I do. I will use this feeling of potential desertion to continue with reckless abandon. I have to start somewhere right?

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