Shop class never meant that much to me, kind of surprising given what I do now. Late bloomer I guess. There were always a couple guys in there who were really good, a friend of mine made an epic grandfather clock in wood shop, he went on to be a finish carpenter in nantucket.
Shop mostly seemed like a place to fool around. One incident that was unbearably funny when it went down was in metal shop, everybody was using ball peen hammers, peening away on their projects, and the wise guy in class (who was also a tough guy btw and went on to jail eventually after HS) got everybody to transition their random hammering to be in unison, it was insanely loud and funny. The teacher, who was a bit out of it, would hear the racket and look up to see wtf and everyone would break rhythm and go back to random hammering, until of course Teach would look down again and the class rhythm would come back strong. omg funny stuff.
Another time ("at band camp"...
) we were all taking a written test while the Teach was using a bench grinder on some project. Every time the piece of stock would touch the grinder and so make a racket, another wise guy would imitate the grinding sound really loud but Teach couldnt tell who it was cuz when he would stop grinding to look up at the class, the kid stopped his noise too. So finally after a few such repeated go arounds, Teach realized to put the stock to the grinder while looking up at the class, at which time he saw the kid, who was very proud of himself at the moment, do the sound louder than ever. Teach practically ran over and grabbed the kid by the ear and threw him out.