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Ah, Golang's date formatting—the language where someone thought, "You know what developers need? More cognitive load!" Instead of using sensible formats like everyone else, Go decided that the reference date January 2, 2006 at 3:04:05 PM MST (01/02 03:04:05PM '06 -0700) would be their magic template. Want to format a date? Just remember which parts of this specific moment in time to use! It's like having to recite a magic incantation every time you need to print a simple timestamp. Seven years into using Go and I still have to Google this nonsense every single time.

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The ultimate paradox of computer science education! Take too long to graduate and you're essentially digging your own grave. While you're busy cramming for exams and perfecting your bubble sort, the industry is churning out frameworks that'll be extinct before you even update your LinkedIn profile. Nothing says "welcome to the real world" like maintaining legacy code written by people who graduated when "cloud" just meant bad weather. The longer you stay in school, the more technical debt you're inheriting from your future self. It's like watching your own execution in slow motion, one semester at a time.

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The four stages of developer grief: euphoria when your code finally works, the misguided confidence to "improve" it, the soul-crushing realization that you've unleashed 258 bugs, and finally the existential void where your will to code once lived. That moment between "it works!" and "let me refactor it" is the shortest-lived happiness in programming. It's like finding a $100 bill and immediately using it to buy lottery tickets. Pure self-sabotage, but we never learn.