Hi all. Now it's my turn to share my success story. I remember when I myself was at the initial levels, I always liked to read other people's stories, which motivated me a lot. Each new published success story was like a holiday. Therefore, no matter how lazy I was, I decided to perpetuate my experience, hoping that it would really help someone. The story will be a bit dramatic, but it seems to me that this only makes it more interesting. Thinking through the text of this story, I doubted whether it was necessary to tell the whole context of the situation, and decided that without it the story would be incomplete. My programming journey began in 2014. I just finished school in the now infamous city of Lugansk, and I still didn’t understand (and didn’t really want to understand) what I want to do in this life. The war helped me in this. Since we refused to conduct an ZNO (analogous to the Unified State Examination) that year, I had to go to Kharkov in order to pass this very ZNO. It so happened that while I was there, hostilities began in my city, and I did not return there, but decided to settle for a while in the former capital. We lived with a friend of my mother, who, by a happy coincidence, was the head of the Department of Economic Cybernetics. She offered to enroll me in this direction by pull, and I really started to prepare for it. I had little understanding of what it was and what it was, but the money in this profession promised good (as it seemed to me then) and everything suited me, and I was already looking forward to studying economics. However, life quickly put me in my place. Despite the pull and very good exam scores, I could not pass on the budget. There were only 10 places, and, what is most offensive, I turned out to be eleventh. As it turned out later, I was forced out by beneficiaries. Having received such a blow below the belt (and I really didn’t worry about anything, because I thought that everything had already been 100 percent decided), I began to sort out the options available to me for directions where I could get on budget education, since my parents contract could not provide me. So I ended up at the Faculty of Computer Science, where my father really asked me to apply. I went there on a budget without any problems, and decided to stay there. And so the school year began. I was full of enthusiasm, I was ready to master the profession of a programmer. Before that, I had absolutely no experience in this area (in computer science classes at school we were taught only to work in excel and word), but I considered this a trifle - at the university they will teach everything, for this I go there. A cold shower was provided to me very quickly. I came to the first couple of algorithmization and programming, where I didn’t understand shit. And on the second pair too. And on the third. I frantically tried to understand something, to catch up with the program, but for me even the usual cout<< was some kind of magic. Toward the middle of the semester, I scored. I understood absolutely nothing, for each practical work I received only 2, for the whole semester I did not do a single laboratory work. Eventually, the exam in this subject was closed for me by the dean (holy man). With each new day, the thought strengthened in my mind that I was not born for this craft, that it was all one big mistake. For a year, these thoughts took over, and, in the end, I just scored on the university. I got a job in catering, where I went to work, hoping to forget the previous year like a bad dream. So I quit programming for the first time. I worked in the cafe for half a year, trying to figure out myself and my desires along the way, but nothing came to mind. As a result, I made a strong-willed decision to return back to Lugansk, where I wanted to start everything from the beginning, but in some other area. Looking ahead, I can say that this was the worst decision in my life, but as ridiculous as it sounds, the best decision I have ever made. No sooner said than done, and now I'm in my hometown. The euphoria from my native place passed very quickly. The city was practically dead. It had not been some kind of large metropolis before, but now I saw only its faded shadow. Sadness quickly changed to rage as I realized what I had done. There were no political convictions in this (I didn’t have them at all then), there was only longing for the past. I really felt bad - at first emotionally, over time it began to put pressure on me physically as well. I began to convulsively sort through all the possible options for professions that I could theoretically do. As the main direction, I considered philology - at my school everything was always good with English, and I wanted to develop in this direction. When I almost decided to enroll in a local university in this direction, my father intervened. He sincerely wanted so that I could recover back to computer science, and I really didn’t want to upset him again (he was very worried about my expulsion from Kharkov), so I relented. So I returned to programming for the first time. Remembering my negative experience, I decided to somehow prepare for the school year, learn at least the very basics so as not to look like a moron again. I have been looking for various C ++ courses on the Internet for a long time, but I have not found anything suitable. And then, purely by chance, I wandered into this project. I don’t know how it is now, but then the first 10 lessons were free, which I took advantage of. And I was drawn in. I saw this not so much as an opportunity to close my gaps for the new school year, but as an opportunity to leave Lugansk. I was obsessed with this idea, I thought about it every day, every hour and every minute. I turned my rage and hatred of my surroundings into the strongest motivation, which, in the end, killed me. But more on that later. I quickly went through the first 10 lessons, after which I bought a subscription for a year (there was one then), and began to actively study. I took levels on CodeGym, tried to read Habr, downloaded all kinds of third-party courses (on JSP, JFX, Hibernate, and so on). Literally all my time was devoted to learning. I did not go for walks, I practically did not communicate with friends. As soon as I tried to take a break, I was immediately overwhelmed by thoughts that I could now spend this time usefully, and instead I am doing some bullshit. These thoughts simply did not give me any break from programming, and I gradually began to burn out. In total, I spent a year and a half learning Java. During these one and a half years, my 2 birthdays fell, and both times I literally forced myself to rest (the second time I didn’t succeed). Every day I woke up remembering what I did yesterday, I knew that I would do the same today, and I understood that tomorrow the same thing awaits me. This routine was killing me, but the motivation gave me the strength to continue. Along the way, I read success stories here, which also kept me afloat. I read and understood that these people could, so I can. There was only one difference - all these people could go to interviews, test their knowledge, see some kind of ultimate goal of their efforts. I didn't have that opportunity. There was NOT A SINGLE IT company in Lugansk. I understood that someday these efforts would pay off, but it was very vague, there were no intermediate checkpoints. There were no vacancies around no courses, no training, nothing. And faith in this bright future gradually faded away. I reached level 30 on CodeGym, I already had some knowledge of the necessary frameworks, I even went for an internship, but I didn’t have the strength anymore. As a result, I just burned out, got a job that had nothing to do with programming (and IT in general), and tried to forget everything. So I quit programming for the second time. Bottom line - you always need to rest, even through force. Another year has passed. I still worked, looking for some areas where I could develop and earn a living. And then another incident intervened in this very life. Although I gave up programming, I continued to go to the university so as not to upset my parents. And in May 2018, I discovered that I need to take a course in web programming. I did not manage to find a person who would write it for me, so I had to come up with something myself. Armed with PHP courses from GeekBrains (disgusting platform, I don’t recommend it to anyone, just waste your time, and even worse, money), I quickly riveted the simplest CRUD. By that time, I had already taken a radical break from programming, and I increasingly had thoughts about resuming my studies. The only thing that frightened me was that I managed to forget a lot of what I taught, and I was too lazy to remember everything. I started looking at other languages like JS, PHP. I had already begun to draw up a rough training plan for myself, but then, no matter how ridiculous it was, another case intervened. There used to be a guy at my university who knew C# very well, even was a winner of some international olympiad. This guy, at one time, went to work in St. Petersburg, where he got a good job. And then he tells our curator that they need juniors. The curator passes this on to us, and naturally I'm interested. How upset I was when I found out that their project was written in C#. I was about to give up, but still decided to ask if I could get a job with them in a few months if I learned the language on my own. To my surprise, this guy offered to call me on Skype, where he asked various questions on general topics (algorithms, patterns, and so on), after which he agreed to teach me to the required level. My joy knew no bounds. Finally I got this specific goal that I was ready to strive for, but there was another twist. Literally a day later, this guy called me back, told me that he had discussed the issue of my education with the director, to which he said that Java and C # are the same crap, after which he ordered me to immediately give me a test task. It was a shock for me. I read this very task and realized that I did not understand anything. It was too late to retreat, and it’s better not to scatter such chances (especially in my position), so I began to frantically learn the basics of the .NET Framework, and all the other frames that were needed for the task. Literally in a month, I remembered everything I could about Java, translated it into C #, and completed everything else. The ITVDN resource helped me with this (who needs it - google it). I’ll clarify right away that Java is not considered as good there as it is here, so you shouldn’t go there for it - whatever one may say, rush has no worthy competitors in this area yet. But, if you have a need to study Microsoft technologies, you will not find a better resource than ITVDN. Most of the classes there are led by Alexander Shevchuk - a cool professional, both in development and teaching. I didn’t eat or sleep for a month, and it paid off - I was hired to work remotely for a project. My efforts have finally paid off. The salary was, of course, not super (far from super), but I was grateful just for the experience that I got there. So I returned to programming for the second and, I'm sure, the last time. In theory, such a story should end with a happy ending - I also left Lugansk for a big city, where I live and develop as a professional. Unfortunately, this has not happened yet. Now I still work for this company. This year I am finishing my bachelor's degree, after which I plan to return back to Kharkov (I really liked it). But now I am 100% sure that I will succeed. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to this resource. It was CodeGym that helped me understand programming; The knowledge gained here helped me a lot in the future. This project, no matter how pathetic it may sound, gave me hope. From the very first day of training here, I dreamed of writing my own success story, and now I am very happy to finally do it. Perhaps my story turned out to be very chaotic, but I really wanted to tell everything in one breath, to relive it all over again. Now I feel really happy. I can wish the reader only one thing - never give up on the way to your goal, no matter how hard it is. but I really wanted to tell everything in one breath, to relive it all over again. Now I feel really happy. I can wish the reader only one thing - never give up on the way to your goal, no matter how hard it is. but I really wanted to tell everything in one breath, to relive it all over again. Now I feel really happy. I can wish the reader only one thing - never give up on the way to your goal, no matter how hard it is.
Thinking through the text of this story, I doubted whether it was necessary to tell the whole context of the situation, and decided that without it the story would be incomplete. My programming journey began in 2014. I just finished school in the now infamous city of Lugansk, and I still didn’t understand (and didn’t really want to understand) what I want to do in this life. The war helped me in this. Since we refused to conduct an ZNO (analogous to the Unified State Examination) that year, I had to go to Kharkov in order to pass this very ZNO. It so happened that while I was there, hostilities began in my city, and I did not return there, but decided to settle for a while in the former capital. We lived with a friend of my mother, who, by a happy coincidence, was the head of the Department of Economic Cybernetics. She offered to enroll me in this direction by pull, and I really started to prepare for it. I had little understanding of what it was and what it was, but the money in this profession promised good (as it seemed to me then) and everything suited me, and I was already looking forward to studying economics. However, life quickly put me in my place. Despite the pull and very good exam scores, I could not pass on the budget. There were only 10 places, and, what is most offensive, I turned out to be eleventh. As it turned out later, I was forced out by beneficiaries. Having received such a blow below the belt (and I really didn’t worry about anything, because I thought that everything had already been 100 percent decided), I began to sort out the options available to me for directions where I could get on budget education, since my parents contract could not provide me. So I ended up at the Faculty of Computer Science, where my father really asked me to apply. I went there on a budget without any problems, and decided to stay there. And so the school year began. I was full of enthusiasm, I was ready to master the profession of a programmer. Before that, I had absolutely no experience in this area (in computer science classes at school we were taught only to work in excel and word), but I considered this a trifle - at the university they will teach everything, for this I go there. A cold shower was provided to me very quickly. I came to the first couple of algorithmization and programming, where I didn’t understand shit. And on the second pair too. And on the third. I frantically tried to understand something, to catch up with the program, but for me even the usual cout<< was some kind of magic. Toward the middle of the semester, I scored. I understood absolutely nothing, for each practical work I received only 2, for the whole semester I did not do a single laboratory work. Eventually, the exam in this subject was closed for me by the dean (holy man). With each new day, the thought strengthened in my mind that I was not born for this craft, that it was all one big mistake. For a year, these thoughts took over, and, in the end, I just scored on the university. I got a job in catering, where I went to work, hoping to forget the previous year like a bad dream. So I quit programming for the first time. I worked in the cafe for half a year, trying to figure out myself and my desires along the way, but nothing came to mind. As a result, I made a strong-willed decision to return back to Lugansk, where I wanted to start everything from the beginning, but in some other area. Looking ahead, I can say that this was the worst decision in my life, but as ridiculous as it sounds, the best decision I have ever made. No sooner said than done, and now I'm in my hometown. The euphoria from my native place passed very quickly. The city was practically dead. It had not been some kind of large metropolis before, but now I saw only its faded shadow. Sadness quickly changed to rage as I realized what I had done. There were no political convictions in this (I didn’t have them at all then), there was only longing for the past. I really felt bad - at first emotionally, over time it began to put pressure on me physically as well. I began to convulsively sort through all the possible options for professions that I could theoretically do. As the main direction, I considered philology - at my school everything was always good with English, and I wanted to develop in this direction. When I almost decided to enroll in a local university in this direction, my father intervened. He sincerely wanted so that I could recover back to computer science, and I really didn’t want to upset him again (he was very worried about my expulsion from Kharkov), so I relented. So I returned to programming for the first time. Remembering my negative experience, I decided to somehow prepare for the school year, learn at least the very basics so as not to look like a moron again. I have been looking for various C ++ courses on the Internet for a long time, but I have not found anything suitable. And then, purely by chance, I wandered into this project. I don’t know how it is now, but then the first 10 lessons were free, which I took advantage of. And I was drawn in. I saw this not so much as an opportunity to close my gaps for the new school year, but as an opportunity to leave Lugansk. I was obsessed with this idea, I thought about it every day, every hour and every minute. I turned my rage and hatred of my surroundings into the strongest motivation, which, in the end, killed me. But more on that later. I quickly went through the first 10 lessons, after which I bought a subscription for a year (there was one then), and began to actively study. I took levels on CodeGym, tried to read Habr, downloaded all kinds of third-party courses (on JSP, JFX, Hibernate, and so on). Literally all my time was devoted to learning. I did not go for walks, I practically did not communicate with friends. As soon as I tried to take a break, I was immediately overwhelmed by thoughts that I could now spend this time usefully, and instead I am doing some bullshit. These thoughts simply did not give me any break from programming, and I gradually began to burn out. In total, I spent a year and a half learning Java. During these one and a half years, my 2 birthdays fell, and both times I literally forced myself to rest (the second time I didn’t succeed). Every day I woke up remembering what I did yesterday, I knew that I would do the same today, and I understood that tomorrow the same thing awaits me. This routine was killing me, but the motivation gave me the strength to continue. Along the way, I read success stories here, which also kept me afloat. I read and understood that these people could, so I can. There was only one difference - all these people could go to interviews, test their knowledge, see some kind of ultimate goal of their efforts. I didn't have that opportunity. There was NOT A SINGLE IT company in Lugansk. I understood that someday these efforts would pay off, but it was very vague, there were no intermediate checkpoints. There were no vacancies around no courses, no training, nothing. And faith in this bright future gradually faded away. I reached level 30 on CodeGym, I already had some knowledge of the necessary frameworks, I even went for an internship, but I didn’t have the strength anymore. As a result, I just burned out, got a job that had nothing to do with programming (and IT in general), and tried to forget everything. So I quit programming for the second time. Bottom line - you always need to rest, even through force. Another year has passed. I still worked, looking for some areas where I could develop and earn a living. And then another incident intervened in this very life. Although I gave up programming, I continued to go to the university so as not to upset my parents. And in May 2018, I discovered that I need to take a course in web programming. I did not manage to find a person who would write it for me, so I had to come up with something myself. Armed with PHP courses from GeekBrains (disgusting platform, I don’t recommend it to anyone, just waste your time, and even worse, money), I quickly riveted the simplest CRUD. By that time, I had already taken a radical break from programming, and I increasingly had thoughts about resuming my studies. The only thing that frightened me was that I managed to forget a lot of what I taught, and I was too lazy to remember everything. I started looking at other languages like JS, PHP. I had already begun to draw up a rough training plan for myself, but then, no matter how ridiculous it was, another case intervened. There used to be a guy at my university who knew C# very well, even was a winner of some international olympiad. This guy, at one time, went to work in St. Petersburg, where he got a good job. And then he tells our curator that they need juniors. The curator passes this on to us, and naturally I'm interested. How upset I was when I found out that their project was written in C#. I was about to give up, but still decided to ask if I could get a job with them in a few months if I learned the language on my own. To my surprise, this guy offered to call me on Skype, where he asked various questions on general topics (algorithms, patterns, and so on), after which he agreed to teach me to the required level. My joy knew no bounds. Finally I got this specific goal that I was ready to strive for, but there was another twist. Literally a day later, this guy called me back, told me that he had discussed the issue of my education with the director, to which he said that Java and C # are the same crap, after which he ordered me to immediately give me a test task. It was a shock for me. I read this very task and realized that I did not understand anything. It was too late to retreat, and it’s better not to scatter such chances (especially in my position), so I began to frantically learn the basics of the .NET Framework, and all the other frames that were needed for the task. Literally in a month, I remembered everything I could about Java, translated it into C #, and completed everything else. The ITVDN resource helped me with this (who needs it - google it). I’ll clarify right away that Java is not considered as good there as it is here, so you shouldn’t go there for it - whatever one may say, rush has no worthy competitors in this area yet. But, if you have a need to study Microsoft technologies, you will not find a better resource than ITVDN. Most of the classes there are led by Alexander Shevchuk - a cool professional, both in development and teaching. I didn’t eat or sleep for a month, and it paid off - I was hired to work remotely for a project. My efforts have finally paid off. The salary was, of course, not super (far from super), but I was grateful just for the experience that I got there. So I returned to programming for the second and, I'm sure, the last time. In theory, such a story should end with a happy ending - I also left Lugansk for a big city, where I live and develop as a professional. Unfortunately, this has not happened yet. Now I still work for this company. This year I am finishing my bachelor's degree, after which I plan to return back to Kharkov (I really liked it). But now I am 100% sure that I will succeed. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to this resource. It was CodeGym that helped me understand programming; The knowledge gained here helped me a lot in the future. This project, no matter how pathetic it may sound, gave me hope. From the very first day of training here, I dreamed of writing my own success story, and now I am very happy to finally do it. Perhaps my story turned out to be very chaotic, but I really wanted to tell everything in one breath, to relive it all over again. Now I feel really happy. I can wish the reader only one thing - never give up on the way to your goal, no matter how hard it is. but I really wanted to tell everything in one breath, to relive it all over again. Now I feel really happy. I can wish the reader only one thing - never give up on the way to your goal, no matter how hard it is. but I really wanted to tell everything in one breath, to relive it all over again. Now I feel really happy. I can wish the reader only one thing - never give up on the way to your goal, no matter how hard it is.
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