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I am furious right now about my education. In my APU class we reviewed weighing and balancing an aircraft, a class we had last semester that I made an A in, and while doing the foreward and rearward extreme center of gravity checks a rule was brought to our attention that we had never been taught, and that, quite frankly, doesn't make sense. Firstly, the rule defies the definition of extreme, as I proved by working the problem both ways, and secondly, when it was looked up and proven to me to be an industry standard, I was willing to ignore the stupidity of it, and focus on the fact that we as a class had never been taught that, and that I made an A in doing something the wrong way. And there was another rule brought to our attention about scale correction and the way it is marked, that again the class as a whole agreed had been explained the exact opposite way. So here we are, and I know it's not that I forgot, because everyone is in concurrence about it, and for a whole semester we were taught to do something incorrectly. And to make things worse, I can't complain about it directly to the guy who taught this class, because he's out for the rest of the semester having all kinds of severe surgery, and if he hadn't been we would never have known, because the class we reviewed it in he was supposed to be teaching. So I guess thank God he had to have neck surgery, and then have it again, and wasn't here, otherwise we all would have failed the weight and balance portion of our license exams! I am livid.
And, because I was mad, I asked permission to stay over lunch and work on some simple things on our engine, that I can do myself without creating any safety hazards. They were safety wire the oil filter, and reroute the starter cable above the fluid lines. Not that hard, and it doesn't really need inspection when I'm done. Tom gave me some safety wire and told me as long as that was all I did it was ok. So I climb up on the test stand and I'm up there working on safety wiring when Connie, the secretary, comes out and gives me an earful about how I'm not supposed to be working on the engines without supervision. I told her Tom said I could work, and she asked me what I was doing (as if she knows anything about engines anyway) and so I told her and she gives me a speech about how Leo was out there working and he got in trouble and blah blah blah and we're not supposed to be out there. I tell her, "Well Tom knows what I'm doing and if you want to check with him about that it's ok, and either way I have to reconnect this wire so I might as well do it right. She says ok and goes off. When she leaves Leo finds me and tell me I'm not supposed to be working. I said I have Toms permission to do these two things and these two things only, and then I'm finished. So then Leo wants to borrow my saw. Let me tell you a little bit about Leo: He has a hand in everything without knowing how, and tends to mess things up more than fix them. There is a huge language barrier, he won't listen to anyone tell him he can't do it a certain way that he wants to, and he's in my group, and no one can controll him. SO I took my saw back and left and can't find anyone to go and get him in trouble for it, so I'm only praying he's not fucking anything up that we're going to have to fix later. FRACKING MORON!!!!