Riccardo, Susq. Beware of Mr. Baker

[IronEagle]

Recently watched this film about the angry shop teacher. It's pretty good. Seems like he really is an angry shop teacher.

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/beware_of_mr_baker/

[Riccardo]

Hahaha... aren't all shop teachers angry??

Recently watched this film about the angry shop teacher. It's pretty good. Seems like he really is an angry shop teacher.

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/beware_of_mr_baker/

I know mine were. Looks like a great flick - gotta check it out, thanks!

[Irish George]

My Jr. High shop teacher...

...was a guy named Gordon Heimbach who spoke with a German accent and was probably an escaped war criminal. He was a really nice guy unless you went against his pet peeves: wasting wood, not putting the tools away in the right place or the cardinal sin...destroying anything. That's when he would go berzerk yelling and the veins would bulge out of his neck.

One day he was showing us this brand new chisel. Later in the class one of the guys starts whacking it with a hammer to break up a piece of wood. Heimbach comes running over and grabs the chisel out of the kid's hand and naturally, there is a big nick on the blade end.

Heimbach's face got beet-red and he wound up and threw the chisel down at the wooden floor where it lodged and the handle end vibrated for about 30 seconds while the rest of the class looked on in terror. Im pretty sure the kid who damaged it shit his pants.

[IronEagle]

I know mine were. Looks like a great flick - gotta check it out, thanks!

Do they even have shop teachers these days?

I was recently talking with a friend who went to Catholic schools and he knew nothing of shop class.

I can imagine a lot of liability issues with band saws and table saws around.

In any case, I took shop class. My school district was politically correct so I took Home Ec (cooking and sewing) also. The chicas had to take shop so it was an even trade.

[Irish George]

its a variation

Do they even have shop teachers these days?

I was recently talking with a friend who went to Catholic schools and he knew nothing of shop class.

I can imagine a lot of liability issues with band saws and table saws around.

In any case, I took shop class. My school district was politically correct so I took Home Ec (cooking and sewing) also. The chicas had to take shop so it was an even trade.

my daughter had a class that had a lot of shop elements in it but also some elementary CAD stuff and mechanical drawing, etc.

[Susquehanna Birder]

Nice! I added it to my Netflix queue. Thanks!

[Kelly Green]

My Wood Shop Teacher Was Mr. Swope

Great guy but he had an assortment of paddles of different descriptions and he wasn't afraid of using them (this was in the good old days before corporal punishment was outlawed).

Depending on the offense he used the solid wood paddle -- or the one with holes drilled in it (boy did that one sting) or the round dowel.

However he also would show us movies he got from the Bucks County Educational Film Library -- each one was a different Indianapolis 500. "OK guys, we're going to see an educational film today," he would say and we'd take a seat in the classroom between the wood and metal shops and for 40 minutes watch the race.

Memories.

[Phoward12]

Early 90's

1993 and 1994, 7th and 8th grade shop classes. In hindsight, I'm not sure why they allowed delinquents at the age to be around sharp things and saws, but that was still going on 20 years ago.

My 7th grade teacher was this soulful Ray Charles voiced type guy who pronounced "Mahogany" in a way that was indescribably hilarious to 13 year olds. My 8th grade shop teacher I can barely remember, he was pretty laid back. No football coaches or anything.

I had to do the home economics thing too. I was better at sewing that cooking at the time. My shining moment was when the teacher invited the vice principal of the school to a pancake breakfast with our class and I knocked over a jug of apple juice on him.

[Riccardo]

We had a couple good ones

The guy that most sticks out is Mr. Lackmeyer - he ran the ceramics section. He used to freak out when someone didn't get all the air out of their project and it blew up in the kiln. I remember I was trying to do a deer head and he came by and looked at it, whipped out a big knife and cut the nose off. "Looks like a giraffe!" he snapped, then walked away. I still have a ceramic chalice that looks amazingly like the holy grail from that Indiana Jones movie.

[Riccardo]

Had to take a home ec class in high school

Our crowning achievement was three stooges chocolate chip cookies - complete with all the egg shells

[Two Gap Penetrator]

Bwahahahahahahaha!

Hilarious! Shop was great, wasn't it? We used to put nails in the compressed air spigot on the wall and open up the high pressure and shoot nails across the room! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

[Irish George]

this explains a lot

Our crowning achievement was three stooges chocolate chip cookies - complete with all the egg shells

!!!

[Irish George]

bwahahahahha!!!

you always had the one kid who could make a coffee table out of a tree stump.

[slag]

Fuckin' shop!

Our wood shop teacher Mr Hoffman smoked 3 packs of unfiltered Chesterfields a day.

His breath was so bad, his nickname was BBD.

From the old Milk Bone commercials: "Does your dog have B - B -D? ... BAD BREATH in DOGS??? ... Get Milk Bone ... blah blah blah"

Everyone had to make this wood puppet called Jiggy Jones ... a cutout body with arms and legs that spun around with a stick coming out of Jiggy's back.

Fuckin' Hoffman would come over to your bench and say some shit like: "Be careful with that dovetail saw" and you'd nearly gag from the smell.

[Riccardo]

Yeah in our wood shop

Everyone was making shitty little stools and tool boxes. One guy made a body for a double neck guitar - and it looked really good. Never saw the finished guitar tho