I owe my woodworking skills to my grade eight shop teacher and my ego

I owe my woodworking skills to my grade eight shop teacher and my ego. In the intermediate grades we had been offered two hours each and every week to get a semester to hone our carpentry capabilities. The other semester was devoted to home economics. The fact that I managed to escape the former without having a loss of digits and the latter without poisoning anybody is testament to great teaching not organic talent.I'm not a all-natural carpenter and I know that. I've examined the master- crafted woodworking projects of my buddies: beds, tables, shelves and cupboards with awe. Going to their woodwork shops is like a trip to a foreign nation for me. I have no idea what all these tools are for. So it was with sinking heart but excellent resolve that I agreed to develop a pc desk for my wife. Actually ego had every thing to do with this doomed project. I've openly criticized the workmanship and/or design of every single laptop desk she had looked at. I knew what was incorrect with them all. Finally, in aggravation she said, "Well in the event you consider it is possible to do far better, go ahead.