Last year we had a woman and she was awesome, and we actually built things that we enjoyed building.
This year she switched schools and we got some hick dude, who pronounces two-by-four as two-by-fir, and feels the need to blast horrible country music in the workshop (Which is a safety hazard btw)
Anyway, so far we've built a DC Motor,
SANDALS, and now today he has us sorting wood and cleaning.
DC Motor:
Yeah we definitely built this in middle school, why are we building it again and why does he feel the need to take up almost all of September building it. It took five seconds.
Sandals:
This is what really pissed me off. Why the hell did we build a pair of sandals out of paper and straws? What the forget? Part of the grade was that we had to be able to walk up stairs. This project was the easiest thing Ive ever done and I wanted to kill myself throughout the whole project. Maybe next week we'll build a pair of 5 inch heels and see who can walk the farthest in them!
Cleaning:
Today we walk in and he starts assigning our tables jobs to do in the workshop to clean it up. Which, by the way, were completely unfair considering some jobs took literally 10 seconds.
One table had to clean the sink. AN ENTIRE TABLE had to do this job? They were done in 5 seconds and then just sat there the rest of the period.
Table two had to change the band saw blade things in all of the band saws, which btw they did without any sort of eyegear. I dont even know if this is legal.
Table three had to oil and clean every machine.
My table had to take all of the wood from the back, and sort it into piles depending on what wood it was, then put it back on the shelf. He was going on and on about how we needed to feel the wood and smell the wood and look for knots in the wood to find the difference between the hardwoods softwoods plywoods, and then even specifically into pines oaks etc etc etc. This took all period, and when we finally put it back on the shelf it looked
exactly the same as it did when we started.
Last I checked I was taking Engineering
not Home Economics there is no need for us to be learning how to make sandals and clean the house.
The whole class just makes fun of him and today we went up to the computer and started blasting rap overtop of his country stuff. It was hilarious when it started saying stuff like brotherS forget DA BITCHES and he ran up and was liek NONONONO
EDIT:
Oh also heres a pic of the wood about halfway through the period
