When we took woodshop there was a sweatshirt hanging on the wall.  The
sleeve was all torn up.  Every so often Mr Plew would point to it and tell
how the disk sander/belt sander/drill press did it.  It changed all the
time.  Turns out it belonged to a friend of mine and we got him to tell what
happened.  He said it was the belt sander.
 
8th graders took metals.  I remember the concertmaster from orchestra class
made a little toolbox.  So I got to metals class and they have changed it.
They divided it into stations.  Foundry/welding/sheet metal bending/tapping
a nut and bolt.  It was pretty much a disaster.  My sheet metal box came out
all crooked.  I couldn't see a thing in the arc welding booth and messed up
my initials.  The nut and bolt were all crooked.  Some kids bashed a quarter
for half an hour and when it fell on the floor I picked it up for them and
burned my fingers.  My casting wasn't too bad and I did great at making the
giant plastic key.  I'm better with wood I guess.
 
Bad Andy

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