*The following is another imitation piece. I think it was of Ode To Joy. I don't remember.... Anyway, this was also for my AP English class.*
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Today I was dreaming of a language, programing, really
With its beautiful blend of binary; you know,
The kind of composed charm which the English language lacks.
Don't believe me? Flip through a book,
Examine each entry and notice how incontinent it is,
How inconsistent it is, how oddly inconvenient it is.
Yes, people manage to jumble an erratic assortment
Of symbols together and call it "literature"; yet,
It doesn't have the same complex creativity of CS.
Writers know syntaxes, but do they understand that
The precise patterns of programing produces everything
From iPhones to websites to clothes?
A few lines of code could create art which flows
So smoothly, it could be framed.
Yet programming isn't a language?
How else can masters of code command computers to
Calculate sets of data? Ada Lovelace answered
this first, 100 years before the birth
of computers. Her work created code yet
she simply labeled it notes (not credited until now).
Zoom back to today, the first words we say are
"Hello, World!". Ever since I developed this digital language,
I've dreamed of bits and bytes, 1's and 0's, java and JavaScript.
I've dreamed of Monty Python packed Python documentation.
I've dreamed of bugs, but not the insects you all are thinking of.
I've dreamed of seriously searching through lines of code,
Calculating where the issue may be, only to find
That a line was missing a semicolon.
I've dreamed of conversing with computers through code just
Like how I speak with English.
I've dreamed of it all, as I sit in English Class hearing
Seemingly foreign words thrown across the room
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Things I Wrote For English Class
RandomA collection of stuff I wrote for English and other classes.
