Yes, sir. I just got back from my 3D Design class and apparently I have to become a skilled craftswoman in order to pass the class. I haven't had the coziest relationship with fast moving steel machinery in my life thus far. I remember one time, back on the farm, when we were using the wood cutter out in a field, Lauren stood too close to it aaaaand her jacket caught on fire. As dramatic and exciting as it was, it has pretty much made me steer clear of such contraptions...understandably. I guess I just figured I could bat my eyelashes at some strong man and he would just handle all that saw business for me, but my plans are normally shortlived. Shoot.
But, much to my dismay, I am now woodshop certified. I can now operate 4 different kinds of crazy saws and a super high pressured staple gun. Which, my prof informed us, a girl shot a staple through her finger...a few WEEKS ago. Perfect, I'm psyched. There have been whispers around the woodshop about an electric sander as well...hmm. Who knew so much handy-work was involved in this 3D business. Hmm, well it's a good thing I am very fond of my appendages and will do whatever necessary not to have them sliced off. Here's to hoping.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go shake out the sawdust out of my hair and keep blowing my nose so everything stops smelling and tasting like wood. Even though I've always loved the outdoors, I'd rather it didn't take permanent residence in my nasal passages :)
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