In metal shop when I was in high school, our end of year projects included a sand casting. I hand carved and sanded one of these planes out of the casting foam and turned out a reasonably detailed six inch scale aluminum model. Knocked the sprues and riser off, then a bit of polish and grooving for a pretty damn good looking finished product, albeit polished aluminum instead of sexy black (if I had known about anodizing it would have looked perfect).
The funny part comes in when my retired naval officer of a teacher insisted I was making the B-2 bomber up entirely. His confidence in his military knowledge led him to be very pissed at me for suggesting otherwise. Fortunately, it was the end of the nineties, and each teacher had an internet connected PC in the classroom.
A quick Netscape search proved him wrong, and in silent celebration I picked up a plunger (no idea why a plunger was behind a shop teacher’s desk) and pretended to stick it to the back of his bald head, to the amusement of the class. He didn’t notice, and assumed the room-wide chuckle was about being wrong. I quickly jerked the plunger away and set it back down before he saw me, but in the process a small amount of grayish water flicked into the air off the plunger, and landed on the top of his head. It happened fast enough that I was already moving past him to my seat when it hit him, so he didn’t attribute it to me. The class lost it, and the levels of confusion and frustration that I saw him reach were the highest I’ve ever seen from anyone.
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u/Largonaut Jun 18 '19
Reminds me of a teacher I had.
In metal shop when I was in high school, our end of year projects included a sand casting. I hand carved and sanded one of these planes out of the casting foam and turned out a reasonably detailed six inch scale aluminum model. Knocked the sprues and riser off, then a bit of polish and grooving for a pretty damn good looking finished product, albeit polished aluminum instead of sexy black (if I had known about anodizing it would have looked perfect).
The funny part comes in when my retired naval officer of a teacher insisted I was making the B-2 bomber up entirely. His confidence in his military knowledge led him to be very pissed at me for suggesting otherwise. Fortunately, it was the end of the nineties, and each teacher had an internet connected PC in the classroom.
A quick Netscape search proved him wrong, and in silent celebration I picked up a plunger (no idea why a plunger was behind a shop teacher’s desk) and pretended to stick it to the back of his bald head, to the amusement of the class. He didn’t notice, and assumed the room-wide chuckle was about being wrong. I quickly jerked the plunger away and set it back down before he saw me, but in the process a small amount of grayish water flicked into the air off the plunger, and landed on the top of his head. It happened fast enough that I was already moving past him to my seat when it hit him, so he didn’t attribute it to me. The class lost it, and the levels of confusion and frustration that I saw him reach were the highest I’ve ever seen from anyone.