True story.
The bays were full on Tuesday, my lab day. Mom brought her truck up because it wouldn't pass inspection - the EGR flow was insufficient. I hoped a new EGR valve would help.
My new friend S helped me get the valve off so we could replace it. We tested the vacuum, and it was getting plenty. S leaned over the truck fender to get a grip on the 1 1/4 inch nut, and I was sitting on the radiator cover leaned over inside the engine compartment, with my feet up near the firewall.
A maintenance man from the college rode by, seeing us working on the truck, and stopped to chat. He commented that he could never have folded himself up like that under the hood.
My reply was something to the effect of, "It's easier to reach this way than trying to lean over that ridiculous grill."
He was attempting to get out of the golf cart, and upon hearing my voice, swung around so quickly that he tripped himself and fell flat on the ground. Ouch.
"Holy cow, that's a girl."
(My initial response was - thanks, Captain Obvious. I thought that's why you were making the comment. But I kept it to myself.)
I kid you not, the next thing out of his mouth was, "I should have looked at your behind. I would have been able to tell, since I can't see your face."
What do you say to that besides, "Thanks." ?
Besides, I got my amusement out of watching him fall down. The boys are a bad influence already, I see.
Oh, and Jasper is running for Class President. We'll find out later how that works out for him.
So far, in class, I've been doing very well. I made a 100 on my first electronics test, but since the rest of the class didn't pass, he threw out the grade, and gave us another quiz. Mark assured us that won't happen again, but really? I'm figuring out the boys are really not understanding what's going on, and are too macho to ask for help. I hope my smarty-pants attitude isn't the reasoning behind that. I sit in the back of the class so everyone can hear me when I answer a question. I try to help everyone who asks me. Mark is amused/annoyed by my 'teacher's helper' attitude. We make "that's just like a woman/man" jokes all the time. He's really annoyed when I correct him. But that's just like a man.
I'm feeling right at home. But the second year students? And the boys from diesel? Still treat me like I have three heads. (Must be from Brooklyn.) The older guys are amused I'm around, and the younger boys are so taken with the other girl - C's - good looks and amazing figure, that I'm invisible. Most haven't spoken to me at all, and I still don't know their names.
In my online class, I'm caught up and right on time. It's a ton of information, and I feel silly learning all this introduction stuff -after- I'm thrown in to engine repair and electronics. It's like taking 3rd grade while learning kindergarten stuff.
