Month: November 2023

Getting very emotional about IT – 2nd

(Non)promotion during school years
Part 2

Let me say in advance: I am writing exclusively from my own perspective. As a rule, I do not link to any articles, research or the like. These are purely assessments and experience reports. Personal shit. Maybe someone can relate to it – maybe not.

I think I learnt that in the 90s – in Germany – it wasn’t exactly the trend to get children interested in IT. Especially not girls. I did get the impression that there were attempts to encourage girls to learn “higher professions”, but this usually meant something like being a vet or a German teacher.
There was also no proper infrastructure in the field of IT – not even in other technical areas. Natural sciences in general were rather “meh”.

We had one year of biology, one year of physics and one year of chemistry. Did we do experiments in physics? No. Did we ever see in biology (even if only pictorially) what people, animals and plants authentically look like from the inside? No. Did we do anything in chemistry other than light a match? Yes, well maybe in chemistry, that was the only area where there was a bit more equipment. We had a teacher who was quite motivated.
Our physics teacher was an unmotivated old white man. He talked to us more about the current content of the daily newspaper and less about how traction and optics work. If you haven’t learnt that on your own, you’re just out of luck.

Mathematics. No. Just no. I never felt so incompetent in any other subject. Well, physics.

My teacher never once gave me the feeling that I wasn’t a hopeless case. I don’t know how I managed to get a four on my report card.

A short digression: why don’t I just write “girls and boys” all the time, but instead write “uterus and penis”? We are talking about children. When it comes to promotion in the case described, we are suddenly talking about “girls and boys”. Children are categorised and promoted on the basis of their biological characteristics, regardless of how they see themselves.

My point is this: Someone has missed something. Now everyone is crying out for skilled labour. If you consistently miss out on half of the population for years (and often still do), you’re going to lose out later on. You have people who feel like shit because they were constantly taught, in the years when they were learning things for later, that they simply can’t do certain things well because they have a uterus. And if they’re not good at the things they should be good at: Languages, art and beautiful things – then they just can’t do anything and are hopeless cases, maybe sport will work for them?

Whereas people with a penis are always good at maths anyway, can do technology and of course they are also good at sport, everything that has to do with muscles. If that’s not the case, then they’re soft, girls or something’s wrong.

All in all, it’s just complete toxic shit, one way or another.

Having been born with a uterus myself, I can better relate to this group of the poorly endowed. However, I would like to point out that there are certainly enough shitty abuses of children of different genders.

What role does praise play? Yes. It plays a role. When my teacher tells me: you can’t really do anything except draw and write nicely. What do I do then? The only praise I’ve received, I want a repetitive transformation. I want to show my role model that she’s not wrong. I endeavour to become better.
What am I not doing? Try something else.
Will I become really good at something? Maybe. Will I find out whether I can do other things that are certainly also useful and good? No.

Surely a type of school where everyone tries out everything would have an advantage here.

If nobody teaches you how logical thinking works because some people can do it that way (because they’re boys) and some can’t (because it’s unnecessary), you’ll have obstacles later on. If you’re told that after you graduate, you’re going to find a husband and have a house to raise your children and dogs in anyway. An education is important, but maybe something that’s useful, so … housekeeper or tax consultant.

A look at my environment:

The perception of IT students that it is quite normal that there are only a few women in their lectures. Professors who offer female students a “pass” if they fulfil sexual favours. Computer scientists who can’t find a middle ground between mensplaining and information dumping.

What I would like to see:

I would like to see promotion regardless of gender. Not every child wants to do something with IT. But to be shown that it is quite normal, if it is, or that it is possible at all, would be a starting point. I hope that children can try out everything, that they get the opportunity to find out what they can do and want to learn. Regardless of their parents’ careers, regardless of their parents’ wishes.

I would like to write in much more depth and detail about role models and gender. But I have an ADHD brain and right now it’s very chaotic and emotional and wouldn’t be able to structure everything very well, BUT it really wants to write all this stuff down.

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Getting very emotional about IT

Part 1

I’m going to split this article up because otherwise it’s probably so long that nobody would read it in its entirety. I’ll start with a look back at my school days

(all names have been changed)

A lot has happened in the last few days, including a 5 centimetre laceration on the back of my head. Apparently I thought my feet were wood-magnetic and would somehow attract the chair that wasn’t under my feet, so I can just climb off a loft bed without… well.

I was involved in a few conversations, visited two different hackspaces and once again came to the conclusion “I should do something with computer science”.
Since I’m a little angst-ridden GDR child, I have something like permanent existential angst. If I don’t have my planned “rescue amount” in my account in a month, I often think directly of homelessness and debt trap. And that’s not so far-fetched when I look at my first steps towards independence. I never want to experience that again.

My first idea when I think of financial security and a relatively okay job is “something to do with IT”.
So I often say “I should do something with IT, then I’ll have enough money to put aside so I can do what I really want to do.”

This is probably the first sticking point.

In my opinion, I belong to a generation in which IT was not necessarily part of school education. Sometime in the first school, between 7 and 12 years old, I remember donated computers in a room where we could learn things with MS-Dos during a project week. I am learning – I think – to create batch files.

Later in a higher class, yes, there was the “Informatik AG”, Thomas was in this AG and Thomas “liked me”. We had Turbo Pascal there and nobody really picked me up from where I was. The final task was: “Build a figure that is filled in with colour, an object that has different colours and a movement. So paint a picture”.

My picture: An unfilled stick figure with an incredibly huge head, two very big googly eyes and a stick arm that alternately flashed white and red. It was standing in front of a house with a chimney from which a “smoke line” was coming out, flashing grey and white.

Thomas picture: two figures standing on a beach volleyball court (beach) and playing volleyball together, the ball kept flying back and forth over the net and the figures took turns touching the ball. In the background was water which was also moving and colourful dots represented the audience.

I think I realised at that moment that something was going wrong. I was sick a lot at school, I always missed a lot of schoolwork – I could actually think “yay – still managed to do something” but it was more like “shit I can’t keep up”.

When I left school, I briefly started as an “IT clerk” or rather “foreign language secretary”, but I had even fewer foreign languages at school than IT – so after 2 months I switched to IT training. It was all about “Visual Basic”. But at least that was something where I could try it out and see what I had actually just created. However, it was a private school course and in reality far too expensive for my mum to pay for in the long term. So that was my first time dropping out of school. This was followed by others, but I just couldn’t go any further in this direction.

My relationship to computers after dropping out: I was 16 and got a fucked-up PC from someone. I connected a 56 kbps modem on my own. Connected to the phone line, it produced an incredible bill. I was forced out of necessity to get films, music and pictures from the WWW, because where else would I get them? What I’m trying to say is that I was apparently able to help myself out of curiosity and with an inner drive. I found out how to get the things I wanted undetected and very slowly. So in retrospect, I would say the approach was right, but why didn’t it continue with a stellar career as a superhacker?

A ladybird sits on the clasp of a bracelet from the Chaos Communication Camp
Ladybird

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