So, exactly one week ago i had the interview thingy with the profs from university. It all went very well and i seem to be “good” enough to start studying. But first i need to write a homework – they were kind enough to read my CV and one of the profs thought it was kind of awesome that i have some history with software testing, so he decided my homework should have something to do with software testing and he read about some old technique called “mutation testing”, which i’ve frankly never heard of before. And as i said that i neither like Java nor C#, they asked me what my language of choice would be. I said “go”.
They never heard of that as well. But that’s okay.
So i’m writing my homework with the topic “mutation testing in golang” – which is, to be perfectly honest, awesome! As of the time of this post i’m only halfway done. But i’ll try to publish the code as well as the homework itself when i’m done. We’ll see if that works.
So, apart from the stress coming from the homework i still work these days. But the bad thing is, that i don’t actually enjoy working anymore. Not at all. But don’t tell anymore, please!
As of now i’ll stop working full-time on August 1st and will only do the student work-times (which is 8 hours/week). And quite frankly i’m terribly looking forward to it. Also, other good news: I’m going to Scotland in September to do the West Highland Way tour, with my girlfriend. I AM looking forward to that. I need to have some purpose in life. Actually i talked about that with my girlfriend earlier today, after i saw a blind man smilingly walking past us.
I think it’s extraordinary when someone who has such a hard life, without seeing anything, smiles all the time. Someone who has no idea what the world looks like, someone who has no idea what he looks like, or anyone else. He was just happy.
Why can’t we? Why are we living our lives like we’re going to regret so many decisions in our death bed? I don’t want to be bitter, i don’t want to regret anything. I don’t want to think that i could have done more, enjoy living more. I wouldn’t ever want that. I want to live it to the fullest, do everything i want to do. Get every possible impression i could get, from everywhere. See everything, know more, and then even more. I know this may not be the healthiest way of living, but at least i can pretend to be happy. With all that experience and all the pictures in my head, i could still be happy. After all.
Can you, when you’re sitting in your office, all fucking day long? Do as you’re told? Live as society wants you to?