Today I remembering my Woodwork class/course at President’s College. It was a small class. We sat on stools at special “desks.” The “desks” had that tool for gripping/holding items while you work on them. I remember we covered joins used in carpentry. There were quite a few diagrams.
One day, while I was in a session, my uncle appeared at the side window. It was the first time he had visited me at school.
On another day, while in another session, I started feeling very ill/sick. I actually visited the nurse for treatment.
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