I was in an electronics class once. I was the only female in the class, with the exception of some of the electronics parts.
I was also one of the few serious students in the class. This is all right should it be an English or Algebra or Art class...but electronics? Think many, many boys with soldering irons, electrical appliances, and many, many small objects of just the right size and heft to throw.
I called it "The Curse of the Flying Capacitor." The capacitor, or whatever it happened to be this time, landed smack dab in the middle of the soldering project, always. Sometimes it was a licorice bit. Sometimes it was a computer chip. Once it was a dead mouse.
I got back at the idiots, though. Every night, while I was supposed to be at home and asleep, I would go to school, break in, and carefully un-solder all the little idols my classmates had soldered together from resistors, screws, spare pieces of wire, and an empty speaker box. It baffled them. I was amused.
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