The Self Taught Programmer Novels & Stories

Those nights were still clear in my memory, standing alone in that small kitchen, trying over and over again, failing, correcting my mistakes, and starting all over without hesitation. “I had to learn everything by myself,” I added. “I taught myself how to cook better, how to package my products, and how to sell them.” I glanced down at my hands as I spoke. “I even had to learn how to talk to people I didn’t trust, simply because I had no other choice.”

I reminded him of the time that I taught myself how to ride a bicycle and swore never to let him make fun of me for my lack of knowledge in anything. “Okay, Miss-Know-It-All, I dare you to swim with me.” He said firmly, certain that I would not learn how to swim without his help. Truly, it had been a few years since I swam and only seemed to enjoy the water in the tub and nothing more than that. “Oh please, you just hate that I am a self-taught genius, and a natural at that too.” “Why are you hesitant on proving that now?” “Well, because I have a long day tomorrow, and prefer not to tire myself out.”

“The world’s a shitty place,” he says quietly. “So I’m gonna teach you some important things.” The words catch me off guard. Not because they’re dramatic, River doesn’t speak dramatically, he says things plainly. Because nobody’s ever taught me things before just because they wanted me safer. I cover quickly with sarcasm because emotional vulnerability is for people with stable childhoods. “What, like taxes?” “Self-defense.” “Oh.” River steps closer until the toes of his boots are a breath from mine. Slowly, giving me every opportunity to pull away, he lifts one hand and tips my chin upward gently.

she returned awkwardly, her voice coming out weaker and more shy than expected. "I'm just telling the truth. Just because your parents are cruel and some jerk didn't value you, doesn't mean you should think less of yourself. You have a lot of value, much more than you imagine," he said, keeping his gaze fixed on the road, but with a true intensity in every word. Tábata didn't know what to answer. She had always been the first to doubt herself, especially after everything she had heard and experienced throughout her twenty-four years. But hearing that from Guilherme, someone she admired so much, left her speechless.

It was a packed three weeks with me trying to cover as much information as possible in a very short amount of time. “We’re here,” I said, using my cursor to highlight day one. “Because we’re short on time, I’m not going to do the usual first day expectations. This is a class. You are expected to show up, be present, don’t interrupt me, and do the homework. Period. It isn’t hard. I’m a very easy-going lady and you might find you actually like what you’re about to learn.” I leaned against the front of my desk, still holding my tablet and switching to the introduction page I always used. It was bulleted points that made teaching the information easy and I found it helped the students digest the

After writing the code, I tapped on the running button in the app, the program executed, and I handed his phone back to him. He stared at it for a second and stared back at me, deeply into my soul. I knew he was just curious, but the intensity of his stare did something between my thighs, and my wolf was jumping with exhilaration and excitement. This stupid thing didn't even care that my credibility was under scrutiny. "I told you I'm self-taught," I said softly. His gaze did not leave mine; there was something between amusement, a spark, and lust. He caressed me with his gaze, and I broke into a sweat.

'Except you re-write the code from scratch so you can compare and contrast' she could hear her dad's voice say in her ear and she considered doing that but then if she did, it would be a lot of work for her. The school exams were approaching and she didn't want to bombard herself with so much to do. "I'll read it again," she said to herself then closed her laptop "But not today" she shook her head, leaned back on her chair, and closed her eyes. Memories of how she and her dad would do an overnight code sprint ran through her mind and it made her smile at the good memories they had. Her dad Kingsley was have first-ever tech teacher, instructor, and mentor, and most of the things she learned a

Taylor’s mouth twitched once, then settled again. “But I have worked for Mr. Shepard long enough to know this,” he continued. “He has always been self-taught and self-sufficient. If there was a problem, he solved it. If there was pain, he swallowed it. If there was betrayal, he made use of it. He has dealt with most things all alone.” The words settled heavily inside the car. I thought of Adrian in his office. Adrian sitting by his father’s hospital bed. Adrian building Cognio in Europe with no support from his father.

I have things to say, and this time I won't hesitate. I slammed the files on his desk and turned to him. My head hung low, since I was still in the process of gathering all my courage. "Then what about you, Mr. Decarlo?" I said, clenching my fists. He looked at me, his face evidently suggesting that he was shocked. He arched an eyebrow, probably wondering where I found the guts to raise my voice at him. "I signed up for your lectures because of your reputation as one of the best lecturers within the state!" I explained. "Yes, you are! You're an amazing lecturer! All your lessons are crystal clear! But sir, tell me this,"

Alden took out an Introductory Programming Tutorial book and seemed to be thirsty for knowledge. Duke was not surprised. Geniuses were probably interested in one thing for only three months because they could quickly grasp its core knowledge in that short span. Previously, Duke had seen Alden study logic, and he guessed that Alden had taught himself to a scary degree. Therefore, Alden was changing directions. However, programming had a bigger and more complex knowledge system. A four-year-old kid might not be able to study it thoroughly. “I know programming well. What would you like to ask?” Duke said in a deep voice.