We’ve all had vices, some of us still have them. Some are worse than others and some aren’t even an issue. (like the image which is just a ruse to get viewers who come from the landing page hooked 🙂 )
One of my earliest experiences with vices happened when I was fifteen. I was in my third year of secondary school and into the usual things kids of that age were into. I liked physical activities like basketball, tennis and other such sports. I also liked hands on education, Maths, English and Social Studies always made way for the likes of Woodwork and Metalwork.
It was no secret that at my school the ‘tougher’ kids all did the trade subjects, while the ‘nerds’ did the more academic subjects. Even back then I didn’t care about groups or fitting in and ending up as a ‘nerdy tough’ kid with more emphasis in the ‘nerdy’ was hardly surprising. I might have disliked Maths but I knew it was important in my future.
Being in both groups meant getting the advantages and disadvantages of both groups and it was because of the ‘tough’ group I had my first bad experience with vices.
Being in the ‘tough’ group brought with it a whole bunch of new attitudes. An attitude of coolness, and attitude of smugness and it was that smugness that saw me ignoring everyone from parents to teachers whenever it suited me.
Had I not been ignoring my Woodwork teacher on the day I was finishing the coffee table I’d spent three months building, the same coffee table that would make up fifty percent of my grade for that class, I’d have heard the teacher say.
“Protect your work, never clamp your timber in a vice without jaw protectors.”
Thirty years on the coffee table sits proudly in the living room and most people can’t even see the vice marks in its surface, but I can and they are a constant reminder of my first problems with a