My highschool got rid of auto shop summer between my sophomore and junior year. Shame. Mr. Lendt was awesome. He was basically hank hill. I built a nice (for a freshman) oak plywood cabinet I still have in wood shop. Got rid of that class too. They got a guy who barely spoke english named Majid Bahed (or whatever), i started calling him Magic Butthead, the entire rest of the student body followed. When I had my '70 thunderbird, my bunghole brother would sneak it into the auto shop. He told one of the kids it was his. I heard my car from across the school, left class (health class, didn't care, same sh*t since we were 7) and wandered in. Magic Butthead wondered what I was doing, I told him "that's my car." He let me be. I was broke at the time, so I took my spark plugs out to clean them on the wire wheel (yes, I know. but it ran a bit smoother afterwards so...
). He was asking me all kinds of questions since being from the middle east, he's only ever seen diesel engines. all the kids were gathering around me asking whats this and whats that. I was teaching the damn class. Also, one of the times my brother stole my car into the shop, the foreign kid named Oliver (Denmark) was sleeping in the back. He woke up as my brother floored it out of the shop and did a burnout and thought the car was on fire because of all the smoke.
So, basically, in many schools they got rid of shop classes of all kinds years ago. But god forbid their (my school) shitty football team needs a brand new field and uniforms.