I’m a Software Engineering student with a talent for rambling, a love for good design, and a penchant for bold advocacy. I live to notice the little things.
I don’t think there’s anyone who would disagree with that statement. I’m an female engineering student with a tomboyish attitude, a penchant for dirty humour, a taste for craft beer, and a love of leather jackets.
Today, an upper year told me that he overheard something that members of your class were discussing in the big lab. He said that you’d been discussing JobMine, and who had gotten which interviews. And when someone mentioned that one of your female classmates had gotten…
It’s hard to describe what I felt when I walked into that room. The lights flashing, the stage brightly lit, the screens screaming…
Another day, but with the same old story. He carefully laid his balding head and whatever was left of his salt-and-pepper hair (though truthfully more salt than pepper, nowadays) against the rattling glass, trying to ignore the bumps and close his eyes. The attempt to sleep…
“I’m curious that people with brains find this quote remotely plausible and if women in particular buy this image of what a female software engineer looks like.”