mikao's world

woodshop

every day on my walk to the academic building i pass the carpentry shop, which lately, because of the nice weather, has had their window open. so, walking by, admiring the yellow leaves and general autumness of the area, i smell wifts of sawdust and other woodsy smells that remind me of woodshop.

i took woodshop as a part of industrial arts class, which everyone at morris school had to take in grades 7 and 8. in grade 7 we got to make a trivet, which is one of those wooden things you put a hot dish on. i thought they looked like picnic tables for barbies. in grade 8 we got to make shelves. except mr. ginter planed my piece of cedar wrong and so it was all weird and never looked very nice. mr. ginter had coffee breath. i still remember it very distinctly.

that shelf has never been used. it still sits on top of my parents' extra fridge. the gold one that isn't in the kitchen. the trivet, however, has found it's rightful home. in my gramma's attic.

i wasn't very good at woodshop.

they renovated the woodworking shop the year after i graduated, now it's the elementary end of the school's gym. so now the kids at morris school don't grow up knowing the wonderful smell of woodworking. they do, however, still get to smell coffee breath, mr. ginter was still teaching graphic arts last i heard.