I love it when my mechanics professor makes me responsible
for everyone's fingers in the class. Now now, it’s not because I am a paramedic
or anything cool like that. It’s more like- me and my big mouth and what it
gets me into! Let me explain:
We were going over engines in class today and he brings in this engine from an old Volkswagen that they have made into a class example. This thing is pretty sick! Standing alone on this roller thingie they have all the different parts spray painted different colors and you can actually see the pistons moving up and down when they have it turned on. But this time it wasn’t turned on. Apparently the other professor stole The Fuse to it so my professor couldn't make it work. Something about a student losing a finger and what not…? (I really wanted to hear the story about how someone could be stupid enough and slow enough to get his finger caught in the serpentine belt---HEY, I really needed a laugh today! This example engine has been tweaked to move like at MAYBE 50 rpms, so that guy getting a finger stuck…? Well, he had to be trying or something okay?) So MY professor is asking Bob (I know-Bob! Awesome name for a retired mechanic right? I mean, I would have preferred a builder/architect but hey, the universe isn’t full of irony today it seems.) for The Fuse. Bob in turn looks at the class and asks "is he trustworthy?" Everyone just stares at him blankly. I though, nod my head emphatically because I WANT TO FREAKING PLAY WITH THIS THING. Game On Holmes! But Bob humms and hawws a bit before I look him straight in the eye and say "It's for educational purposes. You must hand over The Fuse! It’s for the greater good." the class starts giggling (Dirty mechanic guys-giggling. Don't worry-I was shocked too.)
We were going over engines in class today and he brings in this engine from an old Volkswagen that they have made into a class example. This thing is pretty sick! Standing alone on this roller thingie they have all the different parts spray painted different colors and you can actually see the pistons moving up and down when they have it turned on. But this time it wasn’t turned on. Apparently the other professor stole The Fuse to it so my professor couldn't make it work. Something about a student losing a finger and what not…? (I really wanted to hear the story about how someone could be stupid enough and slow enough to get his finger caught in the serpentine belt---HEY, I really needed a laugh today! This example engine has been tweaked to move like at MAYBE 50 rpms, so that guy getting a finger stuck…? Well, he had to be trying or something okay?) So MY professor is asking Bob (I know-Bob! Awesome name for a retired mechanic right? I mean, I would have preferred a builder/architect but hey, the universe isn’t full of irony today it seems.) for The Fuse. Bob in turn looks at the class and asks "is he trustworthy?" Everyone just stares at him blankly. I though, nod my head emphatically because I WANT TO FREAKING PLAY WITH THIS THING. Game On Holmes! But Bob humms and hawws a bit before I look him straight in the eye and say "It's for educational purposes. You must hand over The Fuse! It’s for the greater good." the class starts giggling (Dirty mechanic guys-giggling. Don't worry-I was shocked too.)
Bob raises an eyebrow. "Educational purposes huh?"
I nod. He in turn replies, "Well, what if someone loses a finger? It's not
educational then!" And I with my quick mouth retort, "Ah, but it is
educational! We could learn how to stitch it back on with the dental floss I
have in my backpack! I hear doctors used dental floss back in the day.” The kid
next to me starts cracking up and rolls his eyes at me- I just shrug. Bob
pauses, smiles then looks at my professor and says "I will give HER The
Fuse because it seems that she is the most responsible one in this classroom (I
almost snorted at this remark remembering a certain debacle at school with a
pair of handcuffs I found once, but I kept it in. I wanted that Fuse gosh darn
it!) He leaves the classroom to get the Fuse (WIN!)
While he is gone my professor says "since you are so
responsible you are now in charge of everyone in the room keeping their fingers
and if anything goes down-you will be the one in charge.” I currently haven’t
stopped grinning like an idiot since Bob left the room so I was just all smiles
and “uh huhs” and “you got its!” not even listening to him because I can barely
sit still in my seat I am so bouncy with excitement. Then, Bob returns and
hands The Fuse to me and says, “Go get ‘em tiger.”
Let’s just say-I sure did! J Oh and no one lost any fingers either.
Let’s just say-I sure did! J Oh and no one lost any fingers either.
