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I went to high school back in the early 60s. My school had a "shop", just like almost every high school did in that era, and we were REQUIRED to take it (it was not an elective), even us 'Cal State University Prep' majors had to take it. The experience was absolutely wretched, unfortunately, one of the most miserable courses I've ever had in any school, anywhere.

The instructor, one 'Harry S.', had an extremely dry, lusterless and laconic affect that would make Hollywood actor Gary Cooper seem like a babbling idiot. Further, he was a friend of my mother (who was a 6th grade teacher at a nearby elementary school) and she, seeing , me grow up a bit too 'cerebral' for my own good, asked ole Harry to proctor me and help inspire my hand-mind motor skills. Harry did almost exactly the opposite...he completely ignored me in shop class and one of the primary results was that I passed through adolescence without the merest vestige of knowledge about how to use basic tools, that every kid should be familiar with. I also missed taking 'auto shop', which was at that time a non-manditory course that almost every kid was interested in (except me...I finally acquired by present 'shade tree' auto mechanics knowledge the hard way, after becoming a sports car owner in adulthood).

I suppose I am relating all this to make and underscore a point here: that EVERY kid may not need a college edication, but EVERY kid absolutely NEEDS a personal mentor (or actively involved, interested counselor) throughout his school years. Had I had a competent one, I can't even imagine what a 'boost' that special attention would have made in my life...especially since I lost my father at age 4, a circumstance somewhat like being a "rudderless ship."

Fortunately for me, I joined the Scouts (as a Cub Scout, continuing through the 'Life Scout' rank, and the life experience and broad range of experiential knowledge that the Scouts imparted to me made an exponentially HUGE difference in my adolescence, continuing throughout adult life. To this day, I wonder how my school could have possibly hired a dippo like ole "Harry S" and entrust him with a crucial role such as teaching kids how to use their hands in coordinated synchronicity with their brains!

Interesting subject, Annie, and thanks, as always, for jogging my memory cells!

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