Every Wednesday and Friday, I look forward to the same thing, engineering class. When first starting the class, I was skeptical that I would enjoy it as much as past classes. The past three classes had said nothing but amazing things about the class and I just hoped for a similar experience. Going into the first day, I was honestly a little nervous because I had minimal experience with power tools and knew very little about how to build anything. At first sight, I was intimidated by all the big and bulky tools that I knew I was bound to use. My anxiety only grew more when Ms. Oropallo was explaining the various tools because everything she said ended with a warning because most of the tools have the potential to seriously injure someone. I doubted, and still do a little, why she trusts us, a bunch of 16-17 year olds- most of us having no experience at all with tools, to use such powerful and dangerous contraptions. However, I soon realized that I had almost nothing to worry about. When we started on our spoons, I felt comfortable using the chisel and even the bandsaw, even though it scared me at first. I surprised myself with the outcome of my spoon and it felt rewarding to hold something that I created with my own two hands. This feeling of empowerment is what brings me back to the class every Wednesday and Friday. I never thought I would see myself so anxious to build, but I’ve discovered a new outlet to let out my frustrations because nothing helps let out your anger more than hammering a nail in using all your power.
Engineering is like the light at the end of a tunnel for me. My other classes on these days, U.S. History and Algebra 2, literally put me to sleep and can be frustrating topics to understand. My math and history classes both take a more hands off approach compared to engineering, so it feels good to experience different type of learning experience.
Engineering class also gives me a sense of purpose. I come to class everyday because I enjoy it, but I also come because I can’t let my team down. My group and I’s chicken coop is quite large which has caused us to fall behind schedule making every work period and helping hand valuable. The chicken coop group sizes are pretty small, about 4 people in each group, therefore, if even one person from our group is missing, we may not reach our goals for the day. This sense of purpose feels like less of a burden, but more of an opportunity to grow, strive, and be efficient. The sense of purpose mixed with the feeling of accomplishment that I feel in this class is what makes it truly special and unique.