I got a paper back today from my carpentry professor. The paper was describing a partner project in my carpentry class that involved lots of headaches and general stupidity (on the part of me and my
untrusty carpenter pal). We had to build a device that dropped snow from the ceiling of our theater onto a hypothetical actor below.
My professor was there to witness it all. In fact, he was right there when I couldn’t figure out how to use a staple gun. In case you didn’t know, a staple gun consists of a trigger and an end where the staple comes out – that’s it. I guess my education in the liberal arts only gets me so far these days.
Speaking of education, and back to the main story, my carpentry professor SCHOOLED me via essay feedback today. He left this zinger on the paper:
“Oh, you two. Thanks for remaining enthusiastic during your many trials and errors.
Ultimately, you made something resembling a snow drop which somewhat effectively made snow fall. So congratulations!
Your collective senses of humor were, I think, your greatest asset during this project. MY sense of humor is your greatest asset to your grade. A”
I put a copy of the actual paper below so you could see the proof for yourself.
A for effort!! But really, it was an A for effort. It definitely wasn’t an A for execution.
You know, I may not have no dignity or real life skills, but I have an A and that counts for something. Somewhere. Maybe.