May 28, 2012
May 26, 2012
Just reminded me. There are one of these in my shop. But it’s blue. Everything original. Even the, apparently, glass windshield wiper fluid reservoir. Crazy.
2nd Deadend photoshoot (ever)
May 24, 2012
My boys.
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These are SOME of my boys from my AutoMechanics class at the local technical center. I’m the only girl in that particular class.
If I may share a story. Well, I will. I’ll make it quick.
Sophomore Year (Year 10), I’d made the decision to go to AutoMechanics class because I thought it would be really cool. However, at the end of the year, my counselor, and my dad, asked if I really wanted to do it. I was trying to fit art into my schedule and the only way to do that would be to take out AutoMech. My counselor asked if I liked anything else and I said computers and he mentioned that I seemed to “light up” more when discussing computers. So, I wrote a letter to get out of the class next year. It didn’t work. Junior Year (Year 11) came and my schedule said I had VoTech (Technical School). I went to the school extremely nervous and to find out, of the three girls that also took AutoMechanics, I was separated from them leaving me to be the only girl in my class. Teacher comes in, gives us a sheet of car parts (super, super basics) and tells us to label them. My paper read, “I don’t know anything ):” I wanted to get out, to cry, to run away. When we had a list of things we needed for the course, I told him, “I’m probably not going to stay in here, so I don’t really want to waste money on this…” He said okay, understandable. I went to my counselor, he said he didn’t know why I didn’t get out of the program. But he’s a procrastinator and didn’t do anything. (Thank goodness.) So I was there for a month. “Yeah, my parents probably won’t let me stay. I don’t want to.” Teacher is okay with it. He pays for my lock, and a uniform so I can work in until I “get out.” Two months go by. I’m interested. Three months. Four months. The end of the school year comes. I never got out of the program.
Why?
The amazing people in the class. I call them, “My boys.”
Being in a relationship with God helped. He kept me strong and all, but I was uncomfortable. I wanted to leave.
These guys. They supported me. They pushed me. They encouraged and challenged me. They helped me whenever I needed it, offered even if I didn’t. They make me laugh, they make me happy, I couldn’t have been surrounded by any better classmates. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have stayed in the class and had the best last two years of high school I could have ever imagined. I wouldn’t have found such a passion for cars and working on them. Because I absolutely LOVE it. My teacher was super understandable and so knowledgeable and pushed me like the rest. They all believed in me when I didn’t.
They are my boys.
I love them.
I’ll miss them.
I’ll never forget them.
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