In the beginning, which means five months ago when the state of Washington enforced lockdown, there was Thi, sitting in her dining room, staring at the sky-scraping trees while her hands danced on the keyboard. She was typing, but it was an effortless act because she knew the keyboard so well, she knew her words so well, and she knew what she was doing. Most of all, she knew Github, and she was familiar with it, and she didn’t have to think much when she committed something or removed something or searched for Terminal or debugged or whatever whatever. She saved her brain from the physical work of typing, in hope that her free neurons will help her with other thinking jobs.
Four months later from the beginning, she abandoned her Github account, throwing herself into Math, into Chinese, into Writing, into anything but Github. She stopped caring about git status or git add –all or git push. She knew she shouldn’t left the commit calendar wearing on such dark gray color, yet she reassured herself that it was fine and she would get back to it soon. A month later, when she actually did get back to it, she realized…
Her hands were still dancing on the keyboard, yet it was typing nonsensically. They were like a hollow drum, loud yet shallow with nothing in it. She couldn’t remember where to start and how to get where she wanted to get to. She couldn’t figure out why Terminal didn’t let her remove a directory or why she couldn’t open a repo from her local Github. She got frustrated and she swore and she asked why, why, why, and then she remembered why.
She remembered how she couldn’t put Chinese or Math or Python off of her daily calendar, even in the midst of a pandemic and hot summer months. She remembered how she forced herself into doing things when she loved the things and also when she hated them. She pushed herself because she was so afraid of forgetting. Because she had to keep going in order to fight the curse of a curve.
It’s the freaking forgetting curve.
Ebbinghaus’ forgetting curve hypothesizes that information is lost over time when we fail to retain it. An hour after one learns something new, there’s a likely chance that one forgets 90% of the information. You can read more of this on Google or anywhere on the Internet.
That said, it is important to water your brain regularly. I am trying, and I try to keep myself trying day by day. It’s boring sometimes, yet when I think of how I forget the things I invested so much time and energy in, I couldn’t stand it. So I stand up to be active on my own schedule. Good luck to all of you out there, those who are learning and trying to learn and trying to become better.
And Thi, she promised to herself that the next time she would commit isn’t a month from now, but maybe a day or a weak the longest. She perhaps should put that on her calendar too.
*** some of you who are saying “committing isn’t that big of a deal,” I hear ya. Stop it.