On the day of the opening ceremony, I stood at the entrance of the Computer Science Department at Camford University, gazing up at the dome, tears streaming down my face.Thomas, a friendly second-year grad student from my program, greeted me with a warm, "Hello, what's your major?""Computer Science," I replied.His eyes sparkled. "Impressive! We don't have many girls, but each one is tough as nails! If you ever need help, I'm here for you."I nodded, my heart swelling with pride.There, being a girl who can code was a badge of honor.I got through my four years at university on a mix of student loans, scholarships, and a bit of off-the-books income.Sometimes I would write code to sniff out flaws in casino algorithms for three hundred dollars an hour,On other weekends, I would beef up security for underground websites, pocketing five hundred a pop.My roommate Lisa, a family advisor's daughter, would snark, "Harriet, why are you always disappearing?""I'm out hustling," I
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