I apologize for this post here. Because I’ll say right away, I haven’t become a programmer yet. Rather, this is a success story of a man who woke up one day and started doing something. Possibly motivation post. It just so happened that to this day I have not been able to find a place in my life. I was overwhelmed by sad memories of the past, and I wanted to speak about it somewhere. So why not here. Very soon, on December 20, I will turn 26 years old. Higher veterinary degree and 3 years of work in the specialty. I'll start, perhaps, from the very beginning. Since childhood, I have been restless; my body’s energy could have powered a small town. During lessons in elementary school, I could not sit in a chair exactly for more than 10 seconds, and I was always fidgeting and “lying” on my desk (which subsequently earned me a slight curvature of the spine). I started from such an early stage, because it was this trait of my character that would, in the future, be the cause of my troubles. I walked with a wide and proud gait through my native village in the Astrakhan region, and I was probably happy. My parents made a good adjustment to my worldview. I changed my place of residence every 2 years. New people, new environment. Then it was decided that I was a gifted guy and I definitely needed to be sent to study in Astrakhan at an elite gymnasium. Needless to say, I was a black sheep among the intelligent cattle there . I studied there for 3 years, getting by with grades and reprimands from teachers. I still remember the moment that served as the reason for my transfer. A group of classmates, armed with bricks and fiercely hating me for something, and the eyes of my mother, who at that moment came out of a taxi across the road. Despite all the rough edges, my youth was not bad. I had and still have many comrades and friends. I wouldn't say I was unhappy. There were just periods of difficulty. What else would you like to tell the readers? This whole story, right up to the last moments, is the story of a victim in a boat without an oar. All I did was go with the flow, my whole life was decided without me. Don't go with the flow, feel free to take the helm in your hands. And even if you can’t see the horizon, even if your hands give up, it’s better to go to the bottom, holding tightly to the steering wheel. But let's return to our sheep. There was one ram, and this ram did something that probably shouldn’t have been done. Baran downloaded an MMORPG called Perfect World. It was probably 2012, I was in grades 9-10, I don’t remember exactly. One more tip. There certainly should be games. But don’t replace life with games! In my opinion, a game becomes life when all the vivid memories of recent times are connected with events on the other side of the screen. In general, in this game I lived, created, communicated and was the life of the party. I guess you can understand me; every nerd is a person who suffered a painful injection in life. Such games are a graveyard of broken hearts.Meanwhile, outside the window, winter was giving way to autumn. And, what a surprise, the high school that had just begun was replaced by a university. I passed the Unified State Exam with an average score of 183 points in Mathematics, Russian, and Biology. My restlessness probably wouldn’t have been enough for more. I also applied where they would take me. As a result, I was hired as a microbiologist. Well, so be it, I thought, donating for another piece of gear in the game. I was brought back to reality by a slap in the face from my mother, whom I had let down again. In her hand is a phone, from which she learned that her son was expelled from the third year of university for debts. And again there were tears in her eyes, my awkward hugs and “It’s okay, mom,” which I will probably remember for the rest of my life. My parents were divorced by that time; their diametrically opposed views on life did not find a common channel. And I couldn’t make anything good out of me. My father offered to move to Volgograd with him and transfer to a local university where they would accept him; I was not fit for the army due to illness. It was another wave that rocked my boat in a random direction. This direction turned out to be veterinary medicine. New people, new environment. My life was flowing in an unknown direction, and I held on to the rope so as not to fly overboard. In order to recover in the third year and not start over, I had to pay off debts in 18 subjects. But I still lost one year. The price of my mistake. This time I decided to do at least something of what was in my power. So I pulled the cart to which I was harnessed. I didn't dream of being a veterinarian, being a rather squeamish person. But I was afraid to let my parents down again. Out of fear, I was in the top five students in the stream. I studied day and night, books on anatomy filled my room. And I am grateful to myself that at least here I did something in my power. Deleted the game. In fact, the game gave something in return. My future wife, who supports me in everything. So at least my exchange was not with zero benefit. By the way, my wife is my complete opposite. Cold, calculating mind. Even in the 9th grade, she knew who she would be and where she would go (the last year of training to become a programmer). I can’t imagine that at her age I thought in terms of “Employment opportunity after graduation,” “Promising directions,” “The efforts required now for this.” She was like a chess player; she knew what she needed and where to strive. She graduated from school with a medal, excellent Unified State Exam scores allowed her to enter the Lobachevsky University in Nizhny Novgorod. An excellent Russian university that is actively promoting its IT focus, in an excellent city in Russia, which is located near Moscow. There are many companies in Nizhny looking for programmers day and night. Intel, NetCracer, Harman, Epam, etc. All this was thoroughly studied by her and the prospects are known. Meanwhile, in Volgograd, I finally finished my endless training “Where It Turned Out”.As it turned out, “zero” veterinarians did not give up on anyone. And I threw out the trick with my ears and just got a job in the field. A small town for 15 thousand people, 180 km from the regional center. Oh yeah! It was here that I experienced what it means to be a veterinarian. For two years I traveled throughout the region from 4 in the morning, vaccinating cows and sheep. Covered in dust up to my ears, at 7 pm I trudged into the shower in my rented one-room apartment to wash off the smell of manure. And guess what? Veterinary medicine is a calling. And I was not called. I have seen truly terrible things. Animals dropping dead from hunger. He opened brains when rabies was suspected. The owners put the dog on a chain when he was still a puppy, and forgot that puppies grow. The chain eats into the meat, where maggots breed. I worked for 2 years, leaving only for the New Year to visit my parents and on vacation to my future wife in Nizhny Novgorod. Until one day at work, over a cup of tea, I decided I’d had enough. Putting my mug down, I went to the boss’s office and signed my declaration of freedom. And it was from here, I believe, that I began to change something in my life. Change it yourself. It took me 24 years to understand. Not your parents, not those around you - You yourself must take responsibility for your life. Taking responsibility means understanding that it is your actions that change the world around you. I came to Nizhny Novgorod and found a job here. Got married. I work in the civil service, I check the quality of agricultural products that we buy in stores. I issue permissions for implementation. The work is not bad, the pay is normal. My wife started having problems at university. They have a lot of mathematics, and it is difficult for her, she is in her last year. And to cheer her up, I decided to study with her. There was an agreement that while I sat and studied, she should sit too. Needless to say, as a veterinarian, I am far from programming. I started with Schildt. I have read the entire quick start guide. I decided on the exercises. It took 2 months. I tried to study as much as possible and practically squeezed out all my free time. I even read at work while I was not busy. Then the book ended. It is worth saying that my wife, seeing my zeal, also redoubled her efforts. This is how I motivate her. In general, the book is over, and so are the tasks. And I decided to somehow continue this whole thing in a practical way. And registered for Javarash. Fortunately, the action turned up just at that moment. And here I am still here. My wife is doing well. There will be a diploma in the spring. But I have already become a habit and still devote all my free time to studying the subject area. I like language, structure, absolute logic (which I have had little of in my life). And I set a goal - to change my profession. The goal is not to earn more, and I don’t need motivation. I just feel it now. I'm deciding something. Myself.
I'll start, perhaps, from the very beginning. Since childhood, I have been restless; my body’s energy could have powered a small town. During lessons in elementary school, I could not sit in a chair exactly for more than 10 seconds, and I was always fidgeting and “lying” on my desk (which subsequently earned me a slight curvature of the spine). I started from such an early stage, because it was this trait of my character that would, in the future, be the cause of my troubles. I walked with a wide and proud gait through my native village in the Astrakhan region, and I was probably happy. My parents made a good adjustment to my worldview. I changed my place of residence every 2 years. New people, new environment. Then it was decided that I was a gifted guy and I definitely needed to be sent to study in Astrakhan at an elite gymnasium. Needless to say, I was a black sheep among the intelligent 
But let's return to our sheep. There was one ram, and this ram did something that probably shouldn’t have been done. Baran downloaded an MMORPG called Perfect World. It was probably 2012, I was in grades 9-10, I don’t remember exactly. One more tip. There certainly should be games. But don’t replace life with games! In my opinion, a game becomes life when all the vivid memories of recent times are connected with events on the other side of the screen. In general, in this game I lived, created, communicated and was the life of the party. I guess you can understand me; every nerd is a person who suffered a painful injection in life. Such games are a graveyard of broken hearts.
Meanwhile, outside the window, winter was giving way to autumn. And, what a surprise, the high school that had just begun was replaced by a university. I passed the Unified State Exam with an average score of 183 points in Mathematics, Russian, and Biology. My restlessness probably wouldn’t have been enough for more. I also applied where they would take me. As a result, I was hired as a microbiologist. Well, so be it, I thought, donating for another piece of gear in the game. I was brought back to reality by a slap in the face from my mother, whom I had let down again. In her hand is a phone, from which she learned that her son was expelled from the third year of university for debts. And again there were tears in her eyes, my awkward hugs and “It’s okay, mom,” which I will probably remember for the rest of my life. My parents were divorced by that time; their diametrically opposed views on life did not find a common channel. And I couldn’t make anything good out of me. My father offered to move to Volgograd with him and transfer to a local university where they would accept him; I was not fit for the army due to illness. It was another wave that rocked my boat in a random direction. This direction turned out to be veterinary medicine. New people, new environment. My life was flowing in an unknown direction, and I held on to the rope so as not to fly overboard. In order to recover in the third year and not start over, I had to pay off debts in 18 subjects. But I still lost one year. The price of my mistake. This time I decided to do at least something of what was in my power. So I pulled the cart to which I was harnessed. I didn't dream of being a veterinarian, being a rather squeamish person. But I was afraid to let my parents down again. Out of fear, I was in the top five students in the stream. I studied day and night, books on anatomy filled my room. And I am grateful to myself that at least here I did something in my power. Deleted the game. 
In fact, the game gave something in return. My future wife, who supports me in everything. So at least my exchange was not with zero benefit. By the way, my wife is my complete opposite. Cold, calculating mind. Even in the 9th grade, she knew who she would be and where she would go (the last year of training to become a programmer). I can’t imagine that at her age I thought in terms of “Employment opportunity after graduation,” “Promising directions,” “The efforts required now for this.” She was like a chess player; she knew what she needed and where to strive. She graduated from school with a medal, excellent Unified State Exam scores allowed her to enter the Lobachevsky University in Nizhny Novgorod. An excellent Russian university that is actively promoting its IT focus, in an excellent city in Russia, which is located near Moscow. There are many companies in Nizhny looking for programmers day and night. Intel, NetCracer, Harman, Epam, etc. All this was thoroughly studied by her and the prospects are known. 
Meanwhile, in Volgograd, I finally finished my endless training “Where It Turned Out”.
As it turned out, “zero” veterinarians did not give up on anyone. And I threw out the trick with my ears and just got a job in the field. A small town for 15 thousand people, 180 km from the regional center. Oh yeah! It was here that I experienced what it means to be a veterinarian. For two years I traveled throughout the region from 4 in the morning, vaccinating cows and sheep. Covered in dust up to my ears, at 7 pm I trudged into the shower in my rented one-room apartment to wash off the smell of manure. And guess what? Veterinary medicine is a calling. And I was not called. I have seen truly terrible things. Animals dropping dead from hunger. He opened brains when rabies was suspected. The owners put the dog on a chain when he was still a puppy, and forgot that puppies grow. The chain eats into the meat, where maggots breed. I worked for 2 years, leaving only for the New Year to visit my parents and on vacation to my future wife in Nizhny Novgorod. Until one day at work, over a cup of tea, I decided I’d had enough. Putting my mug down, I went to the boss’s office and signed my declaration of freedom. And it was from here, I believe, that I began to change something in my life. Change it yourself. It took me 24 years to understand. Not your parents, not those around you - You yourself must take responsibility for your life. Taking responsibility means understanding that it is your actions that change the world around you. I came to Nizhny Novgorod and found a job here. Got married. I work in the civil service, I check the quality of agricultural products that we buy in stores. I issue permissions for implementation. The work is not bad, the pay is normal. My wife started having problems at university. They have a lot of mathematics, and it is difficult for her, she is in her last year. And to cheer her up, I decided to study with her. There was an agreement that while I sat and studied, she should sit too. Needless to say, as a veterinarian, I am far from programming. I started with Schildt. I have read the entire quick start guide. I decided on the exercises. It took 2 months. I tried to study as much as possible and practically squeezed out all my free time. I even read at work while I was not busy. Then the book ended. It is worth saying that my wife, seeing my zeal, also redoubled her efforts. This is how I motivate her. 
In general, the book is over, and so are the tasks. And I decided to somehow continue this whole thing in a practical way. And registered for Javarash. Fortunately, the action turned up just at that moment. And here I am still here. My wife is doing well. There will be a diploma in the spring. But I have already become a habit and still devote all my free time to studying the subject area. I like language, structure, absolute logic (which I have had little of in my life). And I set a goal - to change my profession. The goal is not to earn more, and I don’t need motivation. I just feel it now. I'm deciding something. Myself.
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