🧸 Git and GitHub Professional Course

🧸 Git and GitHub Professional Course - English Notes

Hello, everybody. Cesar here! I hope you're doing great.

This is my first time sharing my programming/nerdy-stuff notes, and I wanted to make it special. The following pictures you will find on top of the image were created—in the very beginning—for my personal use only.

However, I decided to post them online. So, if you find bad words or Spanish comments, you can just ignore them. I used them to create my GitHub account. 🐍

It took me around a month to finish the course, the practices, and the notes. However, it was all worth it. I hope they can be helpful for some of you.

Later on, they will be on my personal website alongside several more courses' notes and a better organization.

For the moment, here they are GitHub Notes in photos - Google Drive.

Here you have the course Curso Profesional de Git y GitHub. In case you want to take it. It's extremely recommended if you are a developer or want to be. (By the way, it's in Spanish.)

Looking for something else to read? Check out my latest blog. ✍

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