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Coding w/ Professor Danzig Python variables

Name: Coding w/ Professor Danzig Python variables
Start: 2026-05-22T17:30:00-07:00
End: 2026-05-22T18:30:00-07:00

May 22 @ 5:30 pm - 6:30 pm

Professor Danzig is back — this time trading the gym for the computer lab.

We’re starting simple with Python variables: how to store information, name things properly, and make your code actually work without throwing a tantrum. No prior experience needed. We’ll keep it practical, visual, and (mostly) pain-free.

Whether you’re completely new to coding or just want a refresher before the semester gets serious, this class is designed to be beginner-friendly. We’ll cover real examples — including how variables can track sports stats, body measurements, and performance data (yes, even body fat percentages).

Details

Date: May 22
Time:
5:30 pm - 6:30 pm

May 21, 2026

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May 21, 2026

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May 21, 2026

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