What Do You Do When CS Isn't Fun Any More?
wonderless asks: "Long ago and far away, I thought that I was going to be a Great Geek, and that I was going to provoke a revolution in the computer industry--and indeed, the world--with my mastery of technology. I could hardly wait to throw myself into an intense, highly technical curriculum and shine. But as I said, that was long ago and far away. Now I'm one semester away from graduation, with a 3.5 average overall and a lackluster 3.0 in CS, and I'm liking it less and less every day. I used to be able to say that at least it pays well, but now I can't even take solace in that. I drag myself to classes and through projects, and it all seems really pointless--I'm just implementing what's written in the book, and eradicating the countless off-by-one bugs is nothing short of mind-numbing. I'd like nothing better than to recapture the feeling of joy I used to get out of doing this, and to once again be able to say I'm doing what I love. What do you do when it isn't fun any more, but you'd like it to be?"
But the reality turned out not to be quite the case.
Now you are rationalizing that it is not fun so it is ok not to be good at it.
It has nothing to do with CS. It has something to do with your mediocrity.
Said just like someone who doesn't have an MBA and is jealous of the MBA graduate's salary.
This is pretty good advice for someone of this ilk. This poor pity whore isn't happy, so he writes into slashdot to whine. Boo f-ing hoo. You're looking in the wrong damn direction idiot.
Dude,
Don't be blamming the rest of the world for your short cummings as jack off that "Mommy never loved as a child". Just because you sit in your basement watching cartoons all day, eating cheetohs, and working on the fermentation of your own personal body stentch doesn't mean you have to be pissed off at other people.
What you need to do is accept the fact that you lost a chromosome somewhere in your developement, got a nasty whap on the knoggin from the ugly stick, and cut your losses. I recommend self help organizations as "I eat my own feces and I don't know why." a.k.a. (IEMOFIDKY) or better yet "Spanking mules and calling them mom is wrong." These places are catered towards the needs of someone like yourself. A lost soul such as yourself need not be ridiculed, but understood.
And of course if all else fails there's that trusty shotgun you keep next to your bed. Feel free to succumb to your inner most desires, do the rest of us a favor and shoot your sorry ass in the head.
That is all.
Anonymous Coward
You gonna date this twinkie-suckin bit-pusher? I don't think so. What this guy needs to realize is that this is as good as it gets. Send him a "Slashdot" pocket protector and lets move on. Face it kid, WE are your only friends.
I want to be alone with the sandwich
And when you've done that, you can take both your engineering degree, and your attitude, and shove them up your ass.
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