Nostalgia

I'm bouncing off the ceiling. For once in my life, an energy drink has caused more than just a severe case of insomnia. In class tonight, I was asking my teacher if we were going to be in the shop at all, to which he responded 'why?'
Well, I said, if we were going to be sitting down, I needed caffeine to stay awake. I always end up dozing off during the in-classroom activities. At a university, it must not be too hard to sleep through class, but in a class of seven people, one person asleep is pretty obvious.
I digress. he offered me a Monster, which was supplied to the engineer by the Monster company as a sort of sponsorship for a national race or something like that. I finished it at seven. I am still twitching right now at twenty to eleven. I've never been this affected by anything. I believe it is simply because of the fact that I had it a few hours before my usual bedtime, rather than early morning. I'm not making sense to myself right now. whatever.
the difference between this class and the one I just took is amazing. THe teacher is better. He's only been out of tech school for nine years instead of fifteen, so he kind of remembers what it is like to be a student. he makes sure we get the kind of education we need- not the ones the directors think we need. if he has to totally derail the schedule to make sure we get something necessary, it will be done. and he doesn't quite have the you are student I am the teacher attitude. he talks like us, integrating himself as a friend teaching a friend instead of a teacher preaching to his pupils. when I saw he talks like us, he doesn's talk like this:
'If you do not properly record the work you performed, your service writer will not understand what you are supposed to get paid for and will have to ask you."
he talks more like this:
"if you don't write down the **** you did, your service writer will f'in' hate you."
what I really like about the auto program, is that the atmosphere is not an education atmosphere. it is an educational experience, but it's kind of like a bunch of guys working on a bunch of cars. It is so relaxed, it is way easier to learn there. I've had classrooms where the teacher expected to be called Mr. or Mrs. so-and-so.
I call my teachers by their first names. they throw snowballs at me when I'm changing my spark plugs. I drop the f-bomb at full volume when I screw something up and they don't chastise me. They come help me fix what I screwed up.
one of my favorite teachers went on a political rant for better than half a class period. they help us figure out unrelated problems with our cars during classtime, and will stay with us at ten o clock when security is breathing down our necks, waiting for us to finish a project so they can shut down the building. I love my school. its awesome.

okey dokey. I'm still wired but my tendonitis is kicking in from all this typing, so I'm gonna go work on my truck. toodles.