Back Again
Hello all that subscribe. Sorry there have not been more recent updates, lot of things have been going on. I will refrain from going into detail, and like a wise friend daid, it's nothing I would put on the internet. Joe, this one's for you, buddy, because you've told me repeatedly that no updates means either something's wrong, or I'm dead. Well, Joe, I'm not dead, so here goes the stories for today.
We left off where in the last English class, I was getting ripped about my conference with the teacher, by the teacher. This, in turn, resulted in my writing an essay about her for our final assignment. The topic called for us to use the character, Mr. Keating, in the movie "The Dead Poet's Society," and utilize our knowledge (from a previous class in which we visited the library to learn how to use the facility/computers for research and for pleasure)to use an article to describe the teaching methods of Mr. Keating and diagnose whether opr not his style should be considered 'effective.'
Anyhow, after this ripping, I felt somewhat compelled to write an essay comparing not an article, but herself, to Mr. Keating, utilizing compare and contrast concepts to both complement and criticize both of their approaches and cirriculums. Upon coming to the second draft, I realized that considering my works cited page was far shorter than most, I used two articles and went even further in depth in the complement and criticizing, leading a 4-5 page paper to become 10. The other minor detail was that since I was completely aware she did not read the drafts other than the final, I had to make two introduction paragraphs, as the first one could not include her name, for fear she would pick it out and read my second or even first draft. Anyhow, after completely adapting the paper to what I saw fit, I handed it in. She gave me the following comments.*
*Note: I do not have my actual draft, Andrew does. At the moment, I only recall her fist line, and the final grade.
Charles, writing an essay about me was very brave of you, however, it seemed pertinent. You seem to have gotten a lot out of the essay, and it was very well written.
Final grade: A
In other news, events, etc. work has begun, which has resulted in some mildy funny quotes. I fear, however, that some may need to be explained, due to their reference to certain machines around the shop.
Dave: Chuck, I've got a job for you.
Charles: What is it?
Dave: I need you to surface grind the surface grinder.
Charles: Wait, what?
Dave: Grind the sutface grinder. What'd you think I said?
Charles: Umm... that.
Dave: Good. Chuck, grind the chuck.
Charles: Heh, funny.
(Upon completion)
Dave: Okay, now let me just go over it to really make sure it's done.
Charles: (Sarcastically)I'm offended.
Dave: Good, runt.
Charles: Kay.
Dave: (Begins going over my work)
Charles: Umm... shoulnd't you turn the coolant on?
Dave: No, because then the marker will come off.*
*Note: Marker is applied to the surface of to object being ground down so that when the marker is gone, you know the entire surface has been reached.
Charles: Okay then.
Dave: (Proceeds to grind. And another side-note, the wheel is diamond, due to its disposition, while the chuck is a metal alloy consisting of brass and steel. The chuck is an alloy because the combination of the two metals makes it possible for an electromagnet to exist. Anyhow, point being, the diamond against the alloy is beginning to get very hot in a hurry.)
(Sparks begin to fly as he keeps going.)
Charles: Umm... maybe you should turn the coolant on now.
Dave: Maybe, let's see if I can just finish this run.
(He ends up burning a hole in the chuck I had already ground down.)
Dave: Oh well, guess you get to do it again.
Charles: Okay.
Dave: So you know what to do, right?
Charles: Yeah, turn the coolant on.
Dave: Funny, you're a regular wise-ass. I'm going to smoke a butt; you'd better be done when I get back.
Charles: Okay.
I did end up finishing it rather quickly, although you can still see where the chuck is burned, and I'm sure he told my superiors that I did it, but having the two hours of sleep I did that day, I did the job, and that was that. And nothing exploded.
I have to run a machine called the Blanchard. This machine takes the material you have to smooth down, in this case crystal quartz, and magnetically sticks it down to a spinning chuck. You slowly lower the rather large diamond wheel until you hear it rubbing against the top of the crytal object. (I say rather larg wheel because it's at least a foot in diameter; this is no small blade.) If you go too fast, or forget to start the chuck before lowering the blade, you hear the loudest of loud noises and you have to start over again... and pray you didn't break the piece. This is called exploding the piece. (I can tell you it's the loudest of loud noises because I did it once, and it was absolutely gut wrenching. Also, they call it blowing up the piece beause theoretically, you are knocking it off the magnet and into the pool of coolant below, and because knocking off doesn't sound as loud or fully convey the noise as well as the word explode.) Anyhow, I go to start the machine, and ater having already blown something up in it, I kind of flinch when I go to start the blade, as if waiting to hear the loud bang, even if I know for a fact the blade is above the piece. But like I said, I go to start it up, and I hear the loudest fucking noise I have ever heard in my life, and the thoughts that went throguh my head were, "OMG. I'm FIRED!" and "I'll bet everyone in the shop heard that!" and "I know I put the blade high enough! What happened?!" So as I stand there staring at the machine, about to shut it off, Dave comes out from behind the other side of the machine with a hammer and says, "Oh my god! Charles turned green!" I stood there, seeing the hammer, and knew immediately that he had just played the worst trick on me ever. I glanced in the machine to see my piece rotating peacefully around on the chuck, and people began to gather as I stood there with, as I'm told, a whitish-greenish face on. "So I faced the crowd of people and said, "That's it. I'm taking lunch." They began to laugh, joining Dave who, by this point, was already almost on the ground in tears, and as I began to wlak through tem to get to the door, Eddie, my boss, yelled out, "Hey, are you okay?" So I looked at him, and just said, "If I don't come back, you'll see me tomorrow." I returned to work approximately a half hour later, and went to Eddie asking him to perform a different task. He replied, "You afraid of the Blanchard?" And I said, "No, I was afraid of the Blanchard the first time I blew up a piece. Now, I'm terrified." He started to laugh and told me to do some other job for him. haven't used the Blanchard since.
Anyhow, that's all for this week. I hope everyone had a happy holiday, and that evryone has a happy new year, and I hope you enjoyed the tales. If you leave comments of questions about what machines do or even about the first story, I'll get back to you ASAP. Take care.
We left off where in the last English class, I was getting ripped about my conference with the teacher, by the teacher. This, in turn, resulted in my writing an essay about her for our final assignment. The topic called for us to use the character, Mr. Keating, in the movie "The Dead Poet's Society," and utilize our knowledge (from a previous class in which we visited the library to learn how to use the facility/computers for research and for pleasure)to use an article to describe the teaching methods of Mr. Keating and diagnose whether opr not his style should be considered 'effective.'
Anyhow, after this ripping, I felt somewhat compelled to write an essay comparing not an article, but herself, to Mr. Keating, utilizing compare and contrast concepts to both complement and criticize both of their approaches and cirriculums. Upon coming to the second draft, I realized that considering my works cited page was far shorter than most, I used two articles and went even further in depth in the complement and criticizing, leading a 4-5 page paper to become 10. The other minor detail was that since I was completely aware she did not read the drafts other than the final, I had to make two introduction paragraphs, as the first one could not include her name, for fear she would pick it out and read my second or even first draft. Anyhow, after completely adapting the paper to what I saw fit, I handed it in. She gave me the following comments.*
*Note: I do not have my actual draft, Andrew does. At the moment, I only recall her fist line, and the final grade.
Charles, writing an essay about me was very brave of you, however, it seemed pertinent. You seem to have gotten a lot out of the essay, and it was very well written.
Final grade: A
In other news, events, etc. work has begun, which has resulted in some mildy funny quotes. I fear, however, that some may need to be explained, due to their reference to certain machines around the shop.
Dave: Chuck, I've got a job for you.
Charles: What is it?
Dave: I need you to surface grind the surface grinder.
Charles: Wait, what?
Dave: Grind the sutface grinder. What'd you think I said?
Charles: Umm... that.
Dave: Good. Chuck, grind the chuck.
Charles: Heh, funny.
(Upon completion)
Dave: Okay, now let me just go over it to really make sure it's done.
Charles: (Sarcastically)I'm offended.
Dave: Good, runt.
Charles: Kay.
Dave: (Begins going over my work)
Charles: Umm... shoulnd't you turn the coolant on?
Dave: No, because then the marker will come off.*
*Note: Marker is applied to the surface of to object being ground down so that when the marker is gone, you know the entire surface has been reached.
Charles: Okay then.
Dave: (Proceeds to grind. And another side-note, the wheel is diamond, due to its disposition, while the chuck is a metal alloy consisting of brass and steel. The chuck is an alloy because the combination of the two metals makes it possible for an electromagnet to exist. Anyhow, point being, the diamond against the alloy is beginning to get very hot in a hurry.)
(Sparks begin to fly as he keeps going.)
Charles: Umm... maybe you should turn the coolant on now.
Dave: Maybe, let's see if I can just finish this run.
(He ends up burning a hole in the chuck I had already ground down.)
Dave: Oh well, guess you get to do it again.
Charles: Okay.
Dave: So you know what to do, right?
Charles: Yeah, turn the coolant on.
Dave: Funny, you're a regular wise-ass. I'm going to smoke a butt; you'd better be done when I get back.
Charles: Okay.
I did end up finishing it rather quickly, although you can still see where the chuck is burned, and I'm sure he told my superiors that I did it, but having the two hours of sleep I did that day, I did the job, and that was that. And nothing exploded.
I have to run a machine called the Blanchard. This machine takes the material you have to smooth down, in this case crystal quartz, and magnetically sticks it down to a spinning chuck. You slowly lower the rather large diamond wheel until you hear it rubbing against the top of the crytal object. (I say rather larg wheel because it's at least a foot in diameter; this is no small blade.) If you go too fast, or forget to start the chuck before lowering the blade, you hear the loudest of loud noises and you have to start over again... and pray you didn't break the piece. This is called exploding the piece. (I can tell you it's the loudest of loud noises because I did it once, and it was absolutely gut wrenching. Also, they call it blowing up the piece beause theoretically, you are knocking it off the magnet and into the pool of coolant below, and because knocking off doesn't sound as loud or fully convey the noise as well as the word explode.) Anyhow, I go to start the machine, and ater having already blown something up in it, I kind of flinch when I go to start the blade, as if waiting to hear the loud bang, even if I know for a fact the blade is above the piece. But like I said, I go to start it up, and I hear the loudest fucking noise I have ever heard in my life, and the thoughts that went throguh my head were, "OMG. I'm FIRED!" and "I'll bet everyone in the shop heard that!" and "I know I put the blade high enough! What happened?!" So as I stand there staring at the machine, about to shut it off, Dave comes out from behind the other side of the machine with a hammer and says, "Oh my god! Charles turned green!" I stood there, seeing the hammer, and knew immediately that he had just played the worst trick on me ever. I glanced in the machine to see my piece rotating peacefully around on the chuck, and people began to gather as I stood there with, as I'm told, a whitish-greenish face on. "So I faced the crowd of people and said, "That's it. I'm taking lunch." They began to laugh, joining Dave who, by this point, was already almost on the ground in tears, and as I began to wlak through tem to get to the door, Eddie, my boss, yelled out, "Hey, are you okay?" So I looked at him, and just said, "If I don't come back, you'll see me tomorrow." I returned to work approximately a half hour later, and went to Eddie asking him to perform a different task. He replied, "You afraid of the Blanchard?" And I said, "No, I was afraid of the Blanchard the first time I blew up a piece. Now, I'm terrified." He started to laugh and told me to do some other job for him. haven't used the Blanchard since.
Anyhow, that's all for this week. I hope everyone had a happy holiday, and that evryone has a happy new year, and I hope you enjoyed the tales. If you leave comments of questions about what machines do or even about the first story, I'll get back to you ASAP. Take care.