Craft Academy: One Month of Bootcamp

Lots of people have been asking me: “how is bootcamp?” And it’s honestly a somewhat complex question to answer. If bootcamp is going really great, you’re probably not being pushed hard enough. That’s why they call it bootcamp — if you’re legitimately enjoying yourself, you’re doing it wrong.

The biggest enemy right now is time. Every night I look up from my computer at 10-something (even though I promised I would get offline at 9:30), think just a few more minutes, and have to pry myself away from a solution that I would swear is so close. The next day, I work at the same solution for hours.

One of the most gratifying things about this adventure has been the incredibly rapid pace of growth I can see in myself and my cohort colleagues. When we walked in on Day One, we were anxious, excited and a little scared. Now we’re anxious, excited and a little scared, but we can sort a PSQL database, program a BMI calculator and parse JSON data. We can write simple programs in Ruby and Javascript. We can use tools like HAML and Datamapper and Sinatra. It’s been crazy. It’s supposed to be crazy. It’s going to get harder.

My favorite part of this month has been building personal projects. On the weekend, I often find myself with a little extra time and a burning desire to get better at the concepts and tools introduced over the week. I irritate the hell out of the coaches by asking them to evaluate and help me code my non-sanctioned projects. I’ve built a Javascript Blackjack game that mostly works, and a journalling app written in Sinatra, because I found Evernote to be “too much”.

No, I haven’t really seen my husband in a month.

No, I really haven’t appreciated that it’s “summer” here in Sweden.

No, I have no idea what any of my friend are doing.

My house is a mess. I have eaten more pizza in the last month than the previous seven combined. I am incapable of discussing anything other than code. Laundry is piling up. My neck hurts. I’m fucking tired.

So how is bootcamp? It’s a pretty wild ride, man.

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