One of my favorite classes in middle school was woodshop. In fact, I took it all three years from sixth to eighth grade. Looking back it seems kinda crazy - that a sixth grader was permitted to operate power tools and bandsaws and belt sanders. How old were we in sixth grade? Eleven I think. But eventually, when you know, I have kids, could I imagine letting my eleven year old kid take woodshop? When I was sixth grade I felt pretty mature, didn't feel like a kid, so I think that's something to keep in mind. Despite how tiny they look now, kids are smarter and more savvy than we might think. After all, we were all once kids. It's just too bad that woodshop has been canceled at my old middle school, 'cause it was really fun.
Side note, I think the only "serious" injury I sustained from woodshop was actually trying to cut... felt. With a box cutter. I had the box cutter upside down, and pressed my thumb against the bladed side. There was lots of bleeding, but my blood clotting kicked in and I healed like Wolverine. And then I judo chopped that box cutter.
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I was jealous you guys had woodshop at your school. My middle school's woodshop room had long been transformed into a gym for our P.E. classes. I try to convince Lawrence I'd be careful (I've considered finding classes) but he's afraid I'll saw my hands off.
It's interesting how it crosses over with my yarny crafting. People who do woodworking will carve and sell knitting needles & crochet hooks - also, the swifts, ballwinders, nostepinnes, & niddynoddies used to wind yarn.
In fact, this cool site while reading my knitting forums (they have a "yarn lover's package" of plans). http://lisaboyer.com/Claytonsite/Claytonsite1.htm They sell designs for intricate looking mechanical clocks that you can build on your own.
dude it was all about wheel a and metalshop with mr. wolf(e?) who subtly hinted at our collection incompetence with nonstop stories of his accomplished progeny.
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