I remember thinking this in fourth grade when we had to type, EXACTLY, a huge amount of code to make something happen on the classroom green terminal. In my case it was to be a "dancing" snowman with "falling" * snowflakes. If you have ever seen my un-edited typing you will know how well this went. And thus my proclamation that I would never have a job that involves computers.
Flash forward a year or two and you will find me with literal seconds counting off the clock to game time of cross-town rivals which we have advertised will be live streaming on the paper's website. I am using a computer that belongs to the advertising department, have a wireless card that has no service, the school's wi-fi has USTREAM blocked for ADULT CONTENT. And the kid who hated computers finds a way at, what would have been the last second if it hadn't been senior night and the clock stopped for recognition of them all.
Here is the game, which is quite the nail biter!