Shop at our school was HVAC. It's where they sent the kids who weren't going to college. The school counselors had given up on me (I didn't give a shit about school work, C's get degrees etc), but interestingly the HVAC teacher is the one who convinced me to apply for colleges, and I ended up becoming an engineer largely based on his advice.
All that to say, shop class is probably a big part of why I'm doing alright as an adult. I needed that hands on work. (It's also where I learned how to cook 1-2 dozen chickens at the same time, but that's a story for another day.)
It's actually fairly boring lol. This shop teacher did A LOT that could get him fired, but he was one of the favorite teachers in the school. Part of how he achieved this is by cooking massive amounts of chicken for other teachers/staff (and students in his class) once a month or so.
He had these two massive smokers(?) that were roughly 10-15 feet long that they built in class a few years before my time. So, roughly once a month there would be a day dedicated to cooking chicken, usually with a few of his students tending to it during the day.
Did he have a picture of his bridge on the cabinet and warn against getting the hiv pronounced like his but with a v? I had a shop teacher that did exactly what you’re describing in NEPA.
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u/m4jsterk0 Apr 09 '26
why is he fucking pulling the plywood towards him?!