It was the first day of the school year and the shop teacher was surprised
to see
a rather "princess-like" young lady sitting in the front row of the
classroom.
Her name was Judy and she was the only girl to sign up for the woodworking
shop class that term.
The shop teacher asked her if she was sure she was in the right class, and
Judy assured him that she was. The teacher then said, "This course may be a
bit out of your league. Do you have any experience at all working with
tools?"
"What exactly do you mean?" replied Judy. "Well, what's the difference
between a
nail, a screw and a bolt?" the shop teacher asked. Judy pondered the
question for a
moment, then replied,
"Well, I can't rightly say as I know, 'cause I ain't never been 'bolted'."
Rudy wrote:
> >Arent memories like that wonderful. I can't forget the clumsy
>
>>>Holly Plotkin at VHS who was always wearing low-cut tops and
>>>micro-mini-skirts with sheerest lace panties as she dropped
>>>things all day long (on purpose?)
>
>
> My High school years were before the advent of "pantyhose" (Curse the
> inventor of those things!)
> The "stockings and garter belt" glimpses stuck in my mind and got the
> testosterone raging.
> R
>
>
I am a 1964 grad from HS. And though they now have panty hose, in my day
some of the gurls wore gridles. If you could get yer hand down one of
those beaver traps you were doing somethin'
Philski
Philski writes:
>I am a 1964 grad from HS. And though they now have panty hose, in my day
>some of the gurls wore gridles. If you could get yer hand down one of
>those beaver traps you were doing somethin'
Or get one off. I can still recall a night spent by the Kern River where the
early frustration was really intense.
Charlie Self
"The test and the use of man's education is that he finds pleasure in the
exercise of his mind." Jacques Barzun
In article <[email protected]>,
Larry Jaques <novalidaddress@di\/ersify.com> wrote:
>On Mon, 31 May 2004 18:02:35 +0000, [email protected]
>(Robert Bonomi) stated wide-eyed, with arms akimbo:
>
>>In article <[email protected]>,
>>Larry Jaques <novalidaddress@di\/ersify.com> wrote:
>>>So, what did your teachers say about your being wet, Bawb?
>>
>>Who, _me_? *Not* bloody likely! a) I was the official school wimp, b) I
>
>Oh, OK. (ditto here, pacifist)
>
>
>>never took metal-shop, c) I was on the scene only because I was looking for
>>the wood-shop instructor, who's office was off the open shop floor, d) I
>>was the type who was, as soon as the fight broke out, actively looking around
>>for the teacher, or _any_ 'officialdom', to call their attention to the fight.
>
>Oh, I take that back. I was no nark.
I wasn't looking to get the guys in trouble, just get it stopped --
these guys were a serious hazard to themselves, to everybody else in the area
(the cheering section was having to really stay on their toes to keep out of
the way), and to the breakable stuff in the vicinity.
>>Actually, I suspect it was more like: "Hot DAMN! I've waited _years_ for
>>the opportunity to do this, and now I've *got*it*" Like I said, he was
>>just _radiating_ glee as he snuck up on the combatants. Now, knowing _that_
>>teacher, I'll concede the possibility that it was deliberate 'acting', to
>>maximize the impression on the spectators.
>
>Fer sher.
>
>
>>Unfortunately, in the school system I attended, there _was_ a dress code
>>of sorts. Including a restriction on how far above 'the middle of the
>>kneecap' a hemline could be.
>
>I'm sure glad _I_ didn't have to attend a Victorian high school.
I dunno about _that_, The girls drill-team had outfits that StarFleet copied. They had those outfits a year before Star Trek went on the air.
I suspect your high-school days were a few years later.
As I recall, the entire dress code was:
1) no shorts, for anybody. Girls could get away with 'skorts', if they
satisfied the hemline requirement.
2) I don't remember exactly how it was worded, but guys couldn't wear
just an 'underwear' t-shirt, or a mesh sports jersey as a top.
(the mesh jersey _over_ the t-shirt *was* ok, however.)
3) The hemline restriction. It _was_ fairly liberal in terms of the
then-current fashions -- intent was to restrict 'extreme' modes,
w/o limiting 'normal' expression. The restriction was liberal
enough that any question of a violation was *very*rare*.
Oh, yeah. it was *NOT* gender-specific. One of the guys got called
on it, cuz he wore a too-short _kilt_ one day.
4) Shoes, sandals, or similar -- footware of some sort -- was required.
The thing was a whole bunch of a 'non-issue'. I don't recall anybody
_ever_ getting any disciplinary action over it. On rare occasions,
somebody might get told "you're pushing things" -- which was sufficient.
Part of it was that the administration was _good_. They were willing to
try _nearly_anything_ -- *at*least* twice. If it didn't work out the first
time, the attitude was 'what needs to be changed so that it _will_ work?'
This was how ideas from the _students_ were treated.
On Wed, 02 Jun 2004 21:32:39 GMT, rj <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> Sounds familiar, one place I was working hired a cute, young thing as a
> temp. summer employee. I watched a lift truck driver impale a computer
> console. He doesn't work there any more, and she was transferred to another
> area so someone didn't get killed. :-)
Time for a repost of this URL already?
http://media.hugi.is/hahradi/fyndnar/STAPLERFAHRERKLAUSDERERSTEA-1.wmv
"Staplerfahrer Klaus" the forlkift driver...
Dave Hinz
In article <[email protected]>,
Larry Jaques <novalidaddress@di\/ersify.com> wrote:
>On Mon, 31 May 2004 01:37:27 +0000, [email protected]
>(Robert Bonomi) stated wide-eyed, with arms akimbo:
>-snip of great and well-told fight scene-
>
>>For _this_ spectator, it was an absolute "thing of beauty" to witness.
>
>So, what did your teachers say about your being wet, Bawb?
Who, _me_? *Not* bloody likely! a) I was the official school wimp, b) I
never took metal-shop, c) I was on the scene only because I was looking for
the wood-shop instructor, who's office was off the open shop floor, d) I
was the type who was, as soon as the fight broke out, actively looking around
for the teacher, or _any_ 'officialdom', to call their attention to the fight.
Was debating where to go to report the fight, when the the metal-shop teacher
reappeared from the adjacent classroom.
And the entire issue rapidly became moot. <grin>
>>One of the three or four 'most educational' moments in my entire high-
>>school days.
>>
>>The analysis, and selection of the course of action -- was positively
>>brilliant.
>>
>>And the execution -- all I can say is "master at work". <grin>
>
>And the teacher's entire memory of that scene was "Well, it worked
>for dogfights, so..." <snicker>
Actually, I suspect it was more like: "Hot DAMN! I've waited _years_ for
the opportunity to do this, and now I've *got*it*" Like I said, he was
just _radiating_ glee as he snuck up on the combatants. Now, knowing _that_
teacher, I'll concede the possibility that it was deliberate 'acting', to
maximize the impression on the spectators.
>
>
>>It's merely _thirty-five_ years later, and I can still see every detail, like
>>it happened yesterday.
>
>Arent memories like that wonderful. I can't forget the clumsy
>Holly Plotkin at VHS who was always wearing low-cut tops and
>micro-mini-skirts with sheerest lace panties as she dropped
>things all day long (on purpose?) When Holly said "Oops!", even
>the non-adjacent hallways froze and all eyes were on her from
>around the corners.
Unfortunately, in the school system I attended, there _was_ a dress code
of sorts. Including a restriction on how far above 'the middle of the
kneecap' a hemline could be.
The girls make some of the best students. They bring a different set of
hormones to class. They don't take risks to try to impress, so you can put
your head down to help another student without worrying too much.
"Jack" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> It was the first day of the school year and the shop teacher was surprised
> to see
> a rather "princess-like" young lady sitting in the front row of the
> classroom.
> Her name was Judy and she was the only girl to sign up for the woodworking
> shop class that term.
You're hurting their self-esteem. I like to simply embarrass a miscreant in
front of others, too. When those they were trying to impress laugh _at_
them instead of _with_ them, they behave.
Trouble is, if you have a principal, you can't have one who sees this as
ill-treatment, or you're in trouble..
"Howard" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
>
> BTW, I find that the men are better behaved when I have a mixed group
> and I explain to them why the women tend to be better students...
>
On 2 Jun 2004 21:41:12 GMT, Dave Hinz <[email protected]>
wrote:
>
>Time for a repost of this URL already?
>http://media.hugi.is/hahradi/fyndnar/STAPLERFAHRERKLAUSDERERSTEA-1.wmv
>
>"Staplerfahrer Klaus" the forlkift driver...
>
>Dave Hinz
>
Speaking of which, I found a translation for it.
http://hilderose.bei.t-online.de/klaus.txt
That film is just great [it's not a real safety video, btw, just an
indie film. Won lots of awards] . I've heard that some companies
actually use it as part of the training since it gets the point across
without putting people to sleep.
On Mon, 31 May 2004 01:37:27 +0000, [email protected]
(Robert Bonomi) stated wide-eyed, with arms akimbo:
-snip of great and well-told fight scene-
>For _this_ spectator, it was an absolute "thing of beauty" to witness.
So, what did your teachers say about your being wet, Bawb?
>One of the three or four 'most educational' moments in my entire high-
>school days.
>
>The analysis, and selection of the course of action -- was positively
>brilliant.
>
>And the execution -- all I can say is "master at work". <grin>
And the teacher's entire memory of that scene was "Well, it worked
for dogfights, so..." <snicker>
>It's merely _thirty-five_ years later, and I can still see every detail, like
>it happened yesterday.
Arent memories like that wonderful. I can't forget the clumsy
Holly Plotkin at VHS who was always wearing low-cut tops and
micro-mini-skirts with sheerest lace panties as she dropped
things all day long (on purpose?) When Holly said "Oops!", even
the non-adjacent hallways froze and all eyes were on her from
around the corners.
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In article <[email protected]>, George <george@least> wrote:
>You're hurting their self-esteem. I like to simply embarrass a miscreant in
>front of others, too. When those they were trying to impress laugh _at_
>them instead of _with_ them, they behave.
I _still_ remember, vividly, the day back in high school, when a _serious_
fight broke out between a couple of big bruisers in the metal-shop class.
It was a newly-opened school, and this was the first time there'd been
any violence in any of the shop classes.
The shop teacher was about 5'6" tall, _maybe_ 160 lbs, and _looked_ like he'd
be more at home with with a green eye-shade, and garters on his sleeves.
The teacher steps back into the shop, observes the ruckus, and casually
_strolls_ over to the forge area. Picks up the 'quenching bucket', and
starts walking _quietly_ over to the fight scene. Some of the 'more
observant' spectators have noticed that the teacher is back in the room,
and are alternating watching what he's doing, and watching the fight.
As they catch sight of him -- with bucket in hand -- he puts his forefinger
to his lips ("Shhhh!"). And he was just radiating this gleeful aura.
He _tiptoes_ up to the fight, and upends the bucket over the two combatants.
Oddly enough, the fight comes to an utter and complete halt.
And, of course, the rest of the room breaks out laughing at the spectacle
this pair of bedraggled characters now present.
You just read the thoughts on the (ex-) fighter's faces, plain as day.
And the succession of those thoughts was an absolute thing of joy to
behold.
1) "What in the _hell_ just happened?"
2) "somebody threw a bucket of water on us"
3) "I'm being laughed at!"
4) "_Teacher_ threw the bucket of water"
5) "He CAN'T *do* that! I'm gonna get him in trouble"
6) "Damn it! I'd have to say what _I_ was doing before he
threw the water on me."
7) "Oh shit! this class is over in 10 minutes;
how do i explain my condition at my _next_ class?"
8) "Anything I do, from here on, is only going to get me in trouble."
And it begins to sink in -- he can't complain, he can't explain; there's
absolutely *nothing* he can do about it.
It's now about 30 seconds after the (abrupt) end of the fight, and an
awareness of just _how_thoroughly_ he's been 'fixed', is setting in.
(This _was_ the top 'academic' high school in the territory -- even
those in the 'non college prep' tracks were _not_ 'dumb'; they got to
the answers, just their though process may have been a little slower.)
There _were_ some after-effects, even though the shop teacher did nothing
further. The fight was -not- reported upwards in the administration, for
possible punishment of the combatants; and he never so much as mentioned
it, or anything to do with it, in class.
The story _did_ spread through the student body, like a wildfire. And the
two participants were the butt of jokes for a _long_ time.
There was *NEVER* another incident of violence in the shop.
For _this_ spectator, it was an absolute "thing of beauty" to witness.
One of the three or four 'most educational' moments in my entire high-
school days.
The analysis, and selection of the course of action -- was positively
brilliant.
And the execution -- all I can say is "master at work". <grin>
It's merely _thirty-five_ years later, and I can still see every detail, like
it happened yesterday.
>Arent memories like that wonderful. I can't forget the clumsy
> >Holly Plotkin at VHS who was always wearing low-cut tops and
> >micro-mini-skirts with sheerest lace panties as she dropped
> >things all day long (on purpose?)
My High school years were before the advent of "pantyhose" (Curse the
inventor of those things!)
The "stockings and garter belt" glimpses stuck in my mind and got the
testosterone raging.
R
"Clarke Echols" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Once upon a time at a company where I worked (and before I was hired),
> a short-skirted receptionist was walking down the corridor between two
> buildings. A fork lift operator was watching her more carefully than
> where he was going, and ran into a wall. Imagine explaining that to
> your boss. :-)
>
> CE
Sounds familiar, one place I was working hired a cute, young thing as a
temp. summer employee. I watched a lift truck driver impale a computer
console. He doesn't work there any more, and she was transferred to another
area so someone didn't get killed. :-)
RJ
On Mon, 31 May 2004 18:02:35 +0000, [email protected]
(Robert Bonomi) stated wide-eyed, with arms akimbo:
>In article <[email protected]>,
>Larry Jaques <novalidaddress@di\/ersify.com> wrote:
>>So, what did your teachers say about your being wet, Bawb?
>
>Who, _me_? *Not* bloody likely! a) I was the official school wimp, b) I
Oh, OK. (ditto here, pacifist)
>never took metal-shop, c) I was on the scene only because I was looking for
>the wood-shop instructor, who's office was off the open shop floor, d) I
>was the type who was, as soon as the fight broke out, actively looking around
>for the teacher, or _any_ 'officialdom', to call their attention to the fight.
Oh, I take that back. I was no nark.
>Actually, I suspect it was more like: "Hot DAMN! I've waited _years_ for
>the opportunity to do this, and now I've *got*it*" Like I said, he was
>just _radiating_ glee as he snuck up on the combatants. Now, knowing _that_
>teacher, I'll concede the possibility that it was deliberate 'acting', to
>maximize the impression on the spectators.
Fer sher.
>Unfortunately, in the school system I attended, there _was_ a dress code
>of sorts. Including a restriction on how far above 'the middle of the
>kneecap' a hemline could be.
I'm sure glad _I_ didn't have to attend a Victorian high school.
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"George" <george@least> wrote:
>The girls make some of the best students. They bring a different set of
>hormones to class. They don't take risks to try to impress, so you can put
>your head down to help another student without worrying too much.
I find about the same in my concealed handgun license classes. In
general, the women shoot as well or better than the men, and follow
instructions *much* better than the men, so they aren't as big a
safety risk. (yet another reason I give discounts to women)
I have noticed also that the more years of experience with handguns a
student has, the better job he/she does following instructions. It's
the first-time young male student that presents the most challenges.
BTW, I find that the men are better behaved when I have a mixed group
and I explain to them why the women tend to be better students...
--
Howard Lee Harkness
Texas Certified Concealed Handgun Instructor
www.CHL-TX.com
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