FRIDAY 13TH...
NOTHING BUT BAD NEWS TODAY
I've been struggling to get my projects done at school.
My fat lazy partner, who sleeps through class but only when he decides to show up...has really held us back. I've done what I could without him...
But today, the END OF COURSE...we headed out into the lab for a measly two hours...I struggled, I enlisted help from people who were finished...but to no avail...I wasn't able to finish them all.
***
After our measly two hours...it was time to clean up the lab. We were told to push our S10 front ends, the ones we've been stripping and painting, out into the storage lot.
As one of them is being pushed past me, the guy pushing tosses me his keys with a smile and tells me to go ahead and scratch it. I did...and I admit, considering my pissy mood, it felt good.
I arrive in the storage lot to find my partner with a big piece of our paint in his hand...he'd peeled it off our front end. He says, "Do you want a souviniere?" I answered angrily, that no, all I wanted to do was forget the whole class had taken place.
But as I watch the other kids in my class peeling pieced of their paint of their own front ends...I realize that maybe, just maybe, I DO want a piece. So I take my key, and peel a bit off. Enough to write a letter home on to send to some friends. Something like, "Look what I've been up to! Here's a piece of the first thing I've ever painted!!!"
After taking my little piece I head back into the lab to help clean up. Maybe fifteen minutes later I decided to head back outside for a smoke and what do I find? I found all the front ends had been entirely destroyed...people were peeling whole sheets off of them and laughing with glee.
To be honest, I didn't want to peel any more off...I want the class coming up behind me to have to suffer through stripping it down as much as I did.
I smoked my cigarette and went back inside.
Soon I heard a rumor that somone had dented the front ends too and that one of them was dented beyond repair. I headed outside in disbelief...and to my horror, found that it was, indeed, true.
***
When word got out, we were all ushered back to our classroom where our instructor nearly had a furious break down, as this is a truly horrible reflection on HIM as well as us (and to be honest, our class has been marked the whole time we've been here).
He asks whoever was involved in the paint peeling to stand up. The whole class, save maybe four, stood up. I could see the disappointment in his face
He took our names and then asked that whoever had dented the hoods 'fess up...to save the rest of the class from being downgraded, which would mean the loss of our dupont certification. He left the room to give us the space to talk it out amongst ourselves.
When he returned, three kids confessed.
We then went in to the educational manager's office one at a time to tell him what had happened (this guy's a real prick, by the way). And with at least 22 of us involved, it took a while. All the other classes had taken their finals and gone home as we continued to sit there and consider what our consequences would be.
I admit, I turned a kid in for denting a fender. A kid who had NOT turned himself in.
***
In the end...all of us involved are going to fail our lab grades. Our professionalism grade will also be dropped by 30 points...
Starting Monday we will all be in charge of repairing the damage we'd inflicted on our front ends (luckily for me I'd mixed up a batch of my paint yesterday in hopes of shooting it onto my bumper, which I never got around to).
We'll have to do this in addition to the number of lab hours we're required for the class...which is gonna be tight.
***
The worst part...I have probably lost the opportunity to recieve my dupont certification.
Worse yet...I very well might have fucked up my chances of getting into the Mercedes-Benz advanced training program.
Chances are I might not be able to bring up my GPA enough in the next three classes.
And all this...just for being fool enough to peel some paint of the front end of my project.
I'm feeling REALLY stupid right now. Not to mention REALLY angry with the people who totally spun this out of control and entirely destroyed these training aids.
But moreso...I just can't believe I so seriously fucked up EVERYTHING I've worked so fucking hard for...in just one fucking moment.
NOTHING BUT BAD NEWS TODAY
I've been struggling to get my projects done at school.
My fat lazy partner, who sleeps through class but only when he decides to show up...has really held us back. I've done what I could without him...
But today, the END OF COURSE...we headed out into the lab for a measly two hours...I struggled, I enlisted help from people who were finished...but to no avail...I wasn't able to finish them all.
***
After our measly two hours...it was time to clean up the lab. We were told to push our S10 front ends, the ones we've been stripping and painting, out into the storage lot.
As one of them is being pushed past me, the guy pushing tosses me his keys with a smile and tells me to go ahead and scratch it. I did...and I admit, considering my pissy mood, it felt good.
I arrive in the storage lot to find my partner with a big piece of our paint in his hand...he'd peeled it off our front end. He says, "Do you want a souviniere?" I answered angrily, that no, all I wanted to do was forget the whole class had taken place.
But as I watch the other kids in my class peeling pieced of their paint of their own front ends...I realize that maybe, just maybe, I DO want a piece. So I take my key, and peel a bit off. Enough to write a letter home on to send to some friends. Something like, "Look what I've been up to! Here's a piece of the first thing I've ever painted!!!"
After taking my little piece I head back into the lab to help clean up. Maybe fifteen minutes later I decided to head back outside for a smoke and what do I find? I found all the front ends had been entirely destroyed...people were peeling whole sheets off of them and laughing with glee.
To be honest, I didn't want to peel any more off...I want the class coming up behind me to have to suffer through stripping it down as much as I did.
I smoked my cigarette and went back inside.
Soon I heard a rumor that somone had dented the front ends too and that one of them was dented beyond repair. I headed outside in disbelief...and to my horror, found that it was, indeed, true.
***
When word got out, we were all ushered back to our classroom where our instructor nearly had a furious break down, as this is a truly horrible reflection on HIM as well as us (and to be honest, our class has been marked the whole time we've been here).
He asks whoever was involved in the paint peeling to stand up. The whole class, save maybe four, stood up. I could see the disappointment in his face
He took our names and then asked that whoever had dented the hoods 'fess up...to save the rest of the class from being downgraded, which would mean the loss of our dupont certification. He left the room to give us the space to talk it out amongst ourselves.
When he returned, three kids confessed.
We then went in to the educational manager's office one at a time to tell him what had happened (this guy's a real prick, by the way). And with at least 22 of us involved, it took a while. All the other classes had taken their finals and gone home as we continued to sit there and consider what our consequences would be.
I admit, I turned a kid in for denting a fender. A kid who had NOT turned himself in.
***
In the end...all of us involved are going to fail our lab grades. Our professionalism grade will also be dropped by 30 points...
Starting Monday we will all be in charge of repairing the damage we'd inflicted on our front ends (luckily for me I'd mixed up a batch of my paint yesterday in hopes of shooting it onto my bumper, which I never got around to).
We'll have to do this in addition to the number of lab hours we're required for the class...which is gonna be tight.
***
The worst part...I have probably lost the opportunity to recieve my dupont certification.
Worse yet...I very well might have fucked up my chances of getting into the Mercedes-Benz advanced training program.
Chances are I might not be able to bring up my GPA enough in the next three classes.
And all this...just for being fool enough to peel some paint of the front end of my project.
I'm feeling REALLY stupid right now. Not to mention REALLY angry with the people who totally spun this out of control and entirely destroyed these training aids.
But moreso...I just can't believe I so seriously fucked up EVERYTHING I've worked so fucking hard for...in just one fucking moment.
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its an outrage. i can only find housecoats in xxxl also. i think im gonna go ahead and just get it though and sew it fit a bit better.
ill be such a stud