Oz had made sure his class all knew to meet him down in the shop room, where a large amount of tools and lumber, as well as
three sets of
blueprints, awaited them.
"Good morning class, and welcome to your shop final," Oz greeted them, cheerfully. Somehow his tie had gotten lost, fancy that. "Now if you remember last week's class, I told you how you'd be working in groups for your final, working of subsections of a larger project, you know that
modern art installation? So that you could get an idea of how large scale projects happen in the real world. So put on your safety gear, and hopefully we'll be able to put everything together by the end of class."
[Post away]