When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.
not sure you are posting in the correct newsgroup.
My 8th grade shop teacher wanted me held back a year. I wouldn't work
hard enough at the projects to suit him. I wish he could see what
kind of work I produce today.
-Dan V.
On 25 Jan 2004 09:18:31 -0800, [email protected] (Doug B)
wrote:
>When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
>guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
>between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
>times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
>ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
>makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
>had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
>had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
>there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>
>Your friend in Christ,
>Douglas B.
My shop teacher was Mr. Laposki. He used to touch a few unruly
students in the board room with a special board.
[email protected] (Doug B) wrote in message news:<[email protected]>...
> When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
> guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
> between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
> times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
> ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
> makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
> had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
> had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
> there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>
> Your friend in Christ,
> Douglas B.
Doug B wrote:
> When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
> guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
> between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
> times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
> ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
> makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
> had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
> had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
> there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>
> Your friend in Christ,
> Douglas B.
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-- Mark
I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where
"Mark" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
> Mark
>
> P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.
>
> Doug B wrote:
>
> > When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
> > guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
> > between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
> > times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
> > ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
> > makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
> > had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
> > had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
> > there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
> >
> > Your friend in Christ,
> > Douglas B.
>
My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
Mark
P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.
Doug B wrote:
> When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
> guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
> between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
> times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
> ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
> makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
> had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
> had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
> there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>
> Your friend in Christ,
> Douglas B.
My secondary school woodwork/metalwork teacher was a guy called Sid Porter.
He was a real craftsman with a passion for wood. Around 70% of the class
had no interest in wood and he had little time for them. However, if any of
us showed the slightest spark, nothing was too much trouble for him.
Although I've learned a lot in the 40 years since, every day I still apply
the lessons that I first learned from Sid. He was the first man I ever
heard say "Measure twice, cut once", and I lusted after his Stanley 5C (we
students only got the old wooden jack planes).
Sorry your experience wasn't as good.
Cheers
Frank
"Doug B" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
> guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
> between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
> times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
> ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
> makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
> had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
> had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
> there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>
> Your friend in Christ,
> Douglas B.
If you don't have a sense of humor - take it elsewhere
blabla wrote:
> I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where
> "Mark" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
>
>>My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
>>Mark
>>
>>P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.
>>
>>Doug B wrote:
>>
>>
>>>When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
>>>guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
>>>between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
>>>times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
>>>ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
>>>makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
>>>had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
>>>had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
>>>there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>>>
>>>Your friend in Christ,
>>>Douglas B.
>>
>
>
If he got all of his practice using sand paper he ought to be nicknamed
stumpy these days.
"KYHighlander" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> My best friend and I were taking shop in our freshman year of high school.
> My buddy was sanding a dowel rod, a piece of sand paper wrapped in his
hand
> stroking the rod in an up and down motion. The shop teacher walked up and
> watched him for a few moments and commented, " Gee Glenn, I see you've had
a
> lot of practice at that."
>
> Needless to say that 'Glenn's' face turned bright red as he denied the
> suggestion.
>
> --
>
> http://users.adelphia.net/~kyhighland
>
>
> <[email protected]> wrote in message news:[email protected]...
> > RPRESHONG wrote:
> > > does a dope slap count?
> > No, but it hurts if he's wearing a ring. DAMHIKT
> > Dave in Fairfax
> > --
> > reply-to doesn't work
> > use:
> > daveldr at att dot net
> > American Association of Woodturners
> > http://www.woodturner.org
> > Capital Area Woodturners
> > http://www.capwoodturners.org/
>
>
My best friend and I were taking shop in our freshman year of high school.
My buddy was sanding a dowel rod, a piece of sand paper wrapped in his hand
stroking the rod in an up and down motion. The shop teacher walked up and
watched him for a few moments and commented, " Gee Glenn, I see you've had a
lot of practice at that."
Needless to say that 'Glenn's' face turned bright red as he denied the
suggestion.
--
http://users.adelphia.net/~kyhighland
<[email protected]> wrote in message news:[email protected]...
> RPRESHONG wrote:
> > does a dope slap count?
> No, but it hurts if he's wearing a ring. DAMHIKT
> Dave in Fairfax
> --
> reply-to doesn't work
> use:
> daveldr at att dot net
> American Association of Woodturners
> http://www.woodturner.org
> Capital Area Woodturners
> http://www.capwoodturners.org/
My shop teacher was a drunk, but he kept his hands to himself. He'd just
sneek into his office, down a few gulps, pop some Binaca, and come back out
smelling like Binaca flavored Scotch.
"Frank McVey" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> My secondary school woodwork/metalwork teacher was a guy called Sid
Porter.
> He was a real craftsman with a passion for wood. Around 70% of the class
> had no interest in wood and he had little time for them. However, if any
of
> us showed the slightest spark, nothing was too much trouble for him.
> Although I've learned a lot in the 40 years since, every day I still apply
> the lessons that I first learned from Sid. He was the first man I ever
> heard say "Measure twice, cut once", and I lusted after his Stanley 5C (we
> students only got the old wooden jack planes).
>
> Sorry your experience wasn't as good.
>
> Cheers
>
> Frank
>
>
>
>
> "Doug B" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
> > When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
> > guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
> > between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
> > times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
> > ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
> > makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
> > had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
> > had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
> > there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
> >
> > Your friend in Christ,
> > Douglas B.
>
>
On Sun, 25 Jan 2004 23:13:14 GMT, Mark <[email protected]> wrote:
>My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
I went to Catholic school, and that's the first thing that came to my
mind! <G>
Barry
On Mon, 26 Jan 2004 00:16:32 GMT, Unisaw A100 <[email protected]>
wrote:
>blabla wrote:
>>I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where
>
>
>No, I think the original poster was yanking our (actually
>your) chain. I mean, come on.
>
>UA100
as he waits patiently to set the hook!!! lol skeez
On Sun, 25 Jan 2004 19:23:02 GMT, "Frank McVey"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>My secondary school woodwork/metalwork teacher was a guy called Sid Porter.
>He was a real craftsman with a passion for wood. Around 70% of the class
>had no interest in wood and he had little time for them. However, if any of
>us showed the slightest spark, nothing was too much trouble for him.
>Although I've learned a lot in the 40 years since, every day I still apply
>the lessons that I first learned from Sid. He was the first man I ever
>heard say "Measure twice, cut once", and I lusted after his Stanley 5C (we
>students only got the old wooden jack planes).
>
>Sorry your experience wasn't as good.
>
>Cheers
>
>Frank
My shop teacher was my favourite teacher out of all of them. That's
where i first had a love affair with the wood lathe. i actually liked
the metal lather more. But high school only had one and you were
always being pressed to finish your project. I now have my own wood
lathe but can still remember students loosing projects that came off
the lathe in a hurry. I think my all-time favourite shop project was a
gun stock for a .22 that i cut out and carved to the right size. I
took "shop" for three years and enjoyed every minute.
Ken in NS
>
>
>
>
>"Doug B" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>news:[email protected]...
>> When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
>> guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
>> between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
>> times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
>> ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
>> makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
>> had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
>> had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
>> there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
>>
>> Your friend in Christ,
>> Douglas B.
>