From 市立高雄高級中學, 市立臺中第一高級中學

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You may not know this, but throughout my life, I’ve always struggled to accept my computer science skills. I’ve felt like an outcast, like I never belonged. Ever since first grade, I’d come home and try to work on my Python skills, only to feel like I was doing something wrong—something forbidden. I’d sit at my computer, crying until I eventually gave up, convinced that I wasn’t meant to code. This battle raged on throughout elementary school, my mind torn between the urge to practice Python and the fear that I was wasting my time. One winter break, my parents took me on a trip to Disney. I was overjoyed—finally, I’d get to experience the most advanced theme park in the world! My excitement wasn’t just about the rides, though. I was desperate to uncover how they programmed their roller coasters with such precision. I just knew they had to be using Python—it was the only language elegant enough for such a masterpiece. In a burst of enthusiasm, I managed to corner the CTO of the park and asked, "What Python frameworks do you use for your ride systems?" His response still haunts me to this day: "Kid, you’re delusional. We don’t use Python here. Python is for amateurs. We only use C++." My heart shattered. Disney—the place of dreams—had betrayed me. I left the park that very moment and walked all the way home, vowing never to return. Then, in eighth grade, the love of my life broke up with me. Their reason? "You code in Python… I just can’t be with you anymore." It was the worst day of my life. I cried for weeks, my depression so deep I gained 10 pounds. I don’t know how to go on. Maybe this is the end. Goodbye, cruel world.