There are some memory techniques where you tell yourself a story about the word where you can use some particular person, action, or object to represent the gender. Though these techniques work better if you have the ability to visualize. So for words that are female gender, you could always put your sister in the story, and for the male gendered words your uncle always appears.
A TUI, ytfzf.
In case you’re on Archlinux, the thonny 4.1.4-1 package in chaotic-aur unofficial repo works for me.
For the ebook, install pandoc, then run this:
pandoc -f rst -t epub2 -o pkgsample.epub --metadata title=“nedbat/pkgsample: A simple example of how to structure a Python project” --metadata author=“Ned Batchelder” https://github.com/nedbat/pkgsample/raw/main/README.rst
Can you follow Dave Touretzky’s book? The 1990 PDF version is free.
My middle school algebra teacher sparked my interest in coding.
Due to moving around a lot, I never learned any mathematics, not even basic arithmetic before middle school. In the seventh grade, I was put in a class where the teacher just handed out worksheets with arithmetic problems, and then usually left the classroom until the end of the hour. On the rare occasions when she stayed, I asked her to teach me arithmetic, but she didn’t believe I couldn’t do it, so she never taught me and I failed the class.
But in the eighth or ninth grade, they allowed me to sign up for the Algebra for dummies class, which taught in two semesters what the normal class taught in one. My new teacher taught me arithmetic the first day, and I was his star pupil from that point.
He invited me and some other students to stay after school to learn FORTRAN. We did not have a computer at the middle school–it was at the university. We didn’t even have a card punching machine. So we had cards that looked like punch cards, but instead of punching holes in them, we coded the Hollerith code in them by filling bubbles with a number 2 pencil. Then we sent the cards on a mail truck to the university and got back a printout a week later.
Belize is an English-speaking country, but many of the innkeepers, shopkeepers, and waiters are Chinese. I asked a shopkeeper, in Chinese, where I could find a particular item, and got quite a surprised look, but was understood, and I understood his answer.
Though later on, in another shop, when I didn’t know the Chinese name of the item I was looking for, I of course came upon the person stocking shelves who spoke only Chinese.
In the same country, I was a house guest, when two men came looking for my host, who was out. They spoke at me really fast, and I had no clue what they said. Then more slowly, “Do you speak English?”
“Yes,” I answered. “But please speak slowly.” They were English speakers, but I did not understand them with their Belizean accent.
Somehow I have a problem understanding most people speaking English, except my fellow Americans (and I even have difficulty understanding some southerners there) but I can understand any accent in Spanish except the Cubans.
Though it turns out about half the people in Punta Gorda can speak Spanish as well as English, which helped me immensely.
Later, in Guatemala, I was at the grocery store asking where to find raisins. And saying not just raisins, but describing them as little black dried-up grapes. Most Guatemalans understand me, and I them (in Spanish). But now I know that is because they are accommodating me by slowing their speech. Every once in a while, I run into someone who is like me with the Belizeans and foreigners speaking English. And then there is a failure to communicate.