I just had a flashback to junior high shop class. I had some experience with tools, having made a go-cart out of lawnmower, and other hair-brained projects. But I just couldn't do shit with wood working.Originally Posted by SkinBasket
The project was to build a bookend! two damn pieces of wood connected at right angles. I couldn't do it. I cut the shape out crooked. All the other kids had perfect looking bookends. It was the most traumatic and humiliating experience of my life, in or out of the bedroom. I cried at night over that bookend.