We had a shadow student come through the shop yesterday. This poor confused child was from one of our exemplary local high schools. It seems I was the only one doing anything, so they asked if he could be my.....shadow. I took one look at the dude and new this was going to be an exercise in futility. He was a little runny fuck and looked about as mechanically inclined as Brittany Spears.
Conversation went like this:
"Hey, what's your name?" I ask.
"Marquise" He replies.
"Ah, is that French?"
"No"
Well it sounds fucking French to me, he must have slept through some of his history classes, back to the conversation.
"So, is this your first or second year of classes?"
"Huh?"
"Automotive classes"
"I'm not taking any automotive classes" He replies.
I give a bit of a confused look and try to formulate my next set of questions so that they may be understood with as little explanation as possible. "How is it that you are here shadowing then?"
"This was the last shadow available and I had to take it"
:facepalm:
"So you don't want to be a mechanic?"
"No"
"What is it you want to be?"
"An hematologist/oncologist" He replies
"How come you aren't shadowing over at the hospital then?"
"All those slots were taken"
Needless to say, he didn't shadow me! What a complete waste of friggin time that whole deal was.