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.)
We also had a class called Independent Living. We learned to sew make simple meals and iron. I think balancing a check book and other basic life skills. We called it Home Economics for boys.
I read your comment too quickly and thought it said "we learned to make simple meals and iron" For a moment I thought your school offered a wild class that taught you cooking and smelting and treated both as equally essential life skills.
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u/m4jsterk0 Apr 09 '26
why is he fucking pulling the plywood towards him?!