How I ended up being a teacher

--Originally published at Nihilistic Kirby

Not exactly, I’m “teaching” my cousin that came from the USA. He and I wanted to be programmers since middle school, and we tried our best to learn code; however, things didn’t work out that well, and we got taken apart from each other at the beginning of high school. But now that he’s part of my life again, he asked me for help in order to have a better understanding on coding, specially on python, this wonderful but “easy” tool that every programmer should know as any other working language with good reputation such as C++, Java, etc.

The point is…. that Ken constantly ask us to help other students, as a part of our own study, because we can learn a lot by helping others, and if I was teaching someone who didn’t even know this language, that help me a lot actually. Now I feel like a teacher (a good one) every time he ask me for help, I don’t feel better, not even close to that, but he helps me as much as I can help him.

He’s gonna be part of the crew next semester, and we’re gonna have a lot of time to program and to create things as the perfect team we used to be once in the past. I really hope we (and other people) can help each other to be almost masters on every language and every problem solving algorithms creator this world can know.