Was anyone else ever..ahem.."touched" by their woodshop teachers in junior high?

[Doug B]

When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.

Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[Unisaw A100]

No but Father Nelson once put a full Nelson on me.

UA100

[Frank McVey]

My secondary school woodwork/metalwork teacher was a guy called Sid Porter.
He was a real craftsman with a passion for wood. Around 70% of the class
had no interest in wood and he had little time for them. However, if any of
us showed the slightest spark, nothing was too much trouble for him.
Although I've learned a lot in the 40 years since, every day I still apply
the lessons that I first learned from Sid. He was the first man I ever
heard say "Measure twice, cut once", and I lusted after his Stanley 5C (we
students only got the old wooden jack planes).

Sorry your experience wasn't as good.

Cheers

Frank

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[Bestest Handsander]

My shop teacher was a drunk, but he kept his hands to himself. He'd just
sneek into his office, down a few gulps, pop some Binaca, and come back out
smelling like Binaca flavored Scotch.

Post by Frank McVey
My secondary school woodwork/metalwork teacher was a guy called Sid Porter.
He was a real craftsman with a passion for wood. Around 70% of the class
had no interest in wood and he had little time for them. However, if any of
us showed the slightest spark, nothing was too much trouble for him.
Although I've learned a lot in the 40 years since, every day I still apply
the lessons that I first learned from Sid. He was the first man I ever
heard say "Measure twice, cut once", and I lusted after his Stanley 5C (we
students only got the old wooden jack planes).
Sorry your experience wasn't as good.
Cheers
Frank

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[k***@usenet.ca]

On Sun, 25 Jan 2004 19:23:02 GMT, "Frank McVey"

Post by Frank McVey
My secondary school woodwork/metalwork teacher was a guy called Sid Porter.
He was a real craftsman with a passion for wood. Around 70% of the class
had no interest in wood and he had little time for them. However, if any of
us showed the slightest spark, nothing was too much trouble for him.
Although I've learned a lot in the 40 years since, every day I still apply
the lessons that I first learned from Sid. He was the first man I ever
heard say "Measure twice, cut once", and I lusted after his Stanley 5C (we
students only got the old wooden jack planes).
Sorry your experience wasn't as good.
Cheers
Frank

My shop teacher was my favourite teacher out of all of them. That's
where i first had a love affair with the wood lathe. i actually liked
the metal lather more. But high school only had one and you were
always being pressed to finish your project. I now have my own wood
lathe but can still remember students loosing projects that came off
the lathe in a hurry. I think my all-time favourite shop project was a
gun stock for a .22 that i cut out and carved to the right size. I
took "shop" for three years and enjoyed every minute.
Ken in NS

Post by Frank McVey

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[Mark]

My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
Mark

P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[Jim Wilson]

Mark wrote...

Post by Mark
My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
Mark
P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.

Then, too, there were Gerald Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzgerald.

[blabla]

I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where

Post by Mark
My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
Mark
P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[Unisaw A100]

Post by blabla
I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where

No, I think the original poster was yanking our (actually
your) chain. I mean, come on.

UA100

[s***@home.com]

Post by Unisaw A100

Post by blabla
I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where

No, I think the original poster was yanking our (actually
your) chain. I mean, come on.
UA100

as he waits patiently to set the hook!!! lol skeez

[Mark]

If you don't have a sense of humor - take it elsewhere

Post by blabla
I don't think the original poster ment this as a joke - take it else where

Post by Mark
My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???
Mark
P.S. Ya,ya,ya, I know I'll burn in Hell for that one.

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[RPRESHONG]

does a dope slap count?

[d***@fairfax.com]

Post by RPRESHONG
does a dope slap count?

No, but it hurts if he's wearing a ring. DAMHIKT
Dave in Fairfax

[KYHighlander]

My best friend and I were taking shop in our freshman year of high school.
My buddy was sanding a dowel rod, a piece of sand paper wrapped in his hand
stroking the rod in an up and down motion. The shop teacher walked up and
watched him for a few moments and commented, " Gee Glenn, I see you've had a
lot of practice at that."

Needless to say that 'Glenn's' face turned bright red as he denied the
suggestion.
--
http://users.adelphia.net/~kyhighland

Post by d***@fairfax.com

Post by RPRESHONG
does a dope slap count?

No, but it hurts if he's wearing a ring. DAMHIKT
Dave in Fairfax
--
reply-to doesn't work
daveldr at att dot net
American Association of Woodturners
http://www.woodturner.org
Capital Area Woodturners
http://www.capwoodturners.org/

[TexasFireGuy]

If he got all of his practice using sand paper he ought to be nicknamed
stumpy these days.

Post by KYHighlander
My best friend and I were taking shop in our freshman year of high school.
My buddy was sanding a dowel rod, a piece of sand paper wrapped in his hand
stroking the rod in an up and down motion. The shop teacher walked up and
watched him for a few moments and commented, " Gee Glenn, I see you've had a
lot of practice at that."
Needless to say that 'Glenn's' face turned bright red as he denied the
suggestion.
--
http://users.adelphia.net/~kyhighland

Post by d***@fairfax.com

Post by RPRESHONG
does a dope slap count?

No, but it hurts if he's wearing a ring. DAMHIKT
Dave in Fairfax
--
reply-to doesn't work
daveldr at att dot net
American Association of Woodturners
http://www.woodturner.org
Capital Area Woodturners
http://www.capwoodturners.org/

[B a r r y B u r k e J r .]

Post by Mark
My shop teacher was Father O'Fondlin.... Need I say more???

I went to Catholic school, and that's the first thing that came to my
mind! <G>

Barry

[Bigpole]

My shop teacher was Mr. Laposki. He used to touch a few unruly
students in the board room with a special board.

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

[BUB 209]

In my plain old waspish upbringing
my shop teacher was a cross between
James Bond and Ferret-Face; the
English teacher was the one with musical
cufflinks.

[Mark Jerde]

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.

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[Dan Valleskey]

not sure you are posting in the correct newsgroup.

My 8th grade shop teacher wanted me held back a year. I wouldn't work
hard enough at the projects to suit him. I wish he could see what
kind of work I produce today.


-Dan V.

Post by Doug B
When I was in junior high, the woodshop teacher was this creepy old
guy with a couple fingers half-missing. He smelled kind of like a mix
between rotten cabbage and wet sawdust. Anyway, there were multiple
times when he held me after class and touched me in VERY inappropriate
ways. Just the thought of those weathered stumps of fingers still
makes me shiver in revulsion. I am wondering if anyone else here has
had similar experiences. I know it is hoping too much to ask if anyone
had the exact same teacher, although if any of you are indeed out
there, please send me an email so we can discuss it.
Your friend in Christ,
Douglas B.