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Miss Scotch
Aug 20, 2008 at 6:14 AM
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There was no need to worry. The Furniture Making/Woodworking class will be moving at an extremely slow pace. It will be weeks before we're ever allowed to touch a power tool. In a way, I am relieved. And looking forward to receiving a strong foundational education in the craft.

After this semester, there is significantly more shop time involved and less constraints. It's good that I have a chance to warm up to the commute and become accustomed to the after hours commitment. By the time I get used to it, it will be time to grab some power tools & get dirty.

As for the other kids, my insecurities were completely unfounded. There were girls in big booby sun dresses, a surfer dude with no shoes on (HELLO) and various other unprepared beginners. I wish I would not have spent the time or energy on purchasing steel-toed boots or changing into my overalls at the office.

I would be lying if I said this class didn't stir up a lot of emotions in me. Truthfully, it made me miss that surly old bastard I used to work for and appreciate how lucky I was to work for him, especially in the diversity of projects he gave me. Most apprentices are lucky if after a year they are given something different to do - usually it's just the same thing everyday, like sanding or what-not.

Anyway, I'm going to leave it at that. The time now is to be tough, not get all misty about my past life. It's time to create a better and more solid future.

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I bet those chicks in the big boobie sun dresses took that class as an elective, to meet hot dudes. Maybe they'll make nice with the shoeless surfer guy.

Regardless, you've got a serious upper hand on them. :) Can't wait to hear more on your class- for content and the people in it!

Three cheers for a better and more solid future! :)

So glad your worries turned out to be unfounded, though it does sound like your fellow students may be challenging in other, less career-advancing ways. And it's probably natural to revisit your memories of Frank and your amazing, albeit slightly drama-fueled, experience as you begin to pick up power tools again (or at least be near them). I'm sure it's something akin to losing a first love. We often pick the wrong person for us in the beginning because we just don't know any better. And we stay with them longer than we ought to for the same reason. But, that time/person always holds a special place in our hearts. In your situation, you were making beautiful furniture in one of the most gorgeous places on earth - hard not get a bit misty-eyed at that when you're surrounded by people who probably don't appreciate the opportunity in front of them and arguably shouldn't be wielding a power tool for some time. As you said, though, this is a step towards a better, more beautiful future and one that will make you misty-eyed with its reality instead of its nostalgicized (is that a word?) remembrance.