Little Freaking Lights
I spent much of the week staring at a little green lightbulb.
I flicked it.
I massaged it.
I yelled at it.
No matter what I did, it wouldn’t listen to me.
It was one of my first grad school assignments. I had to wire a board with lights, and then program a computer chip to turn the lights from green to red. Seemed simple enough, except I’d never done it before.
Luckily, I had LEGO-like instruction to follow — but I sucked at LEGOs.
Oh, and there was also one of these:
It’s not so complicated once you know what it means. But you guessed it: I don’t know exactly what it means.
So, as I stared at this little freaking light bulb, I wondered if I had made a huge mistake going back to school. I wondered if I should’ve stuck to words. I wondered if…