I am wrapped up in a burrito of warmth in my bed in a deep sleep lost somewhere in dream land then suddenly I hear a loud “beep, beep, beep” and I slowly open my eyes and realize it’s time for a new day. Just like always I’m late again. I walk through the doors of school as the bell is done ringing. I lace up my boots nice and tight and walk into the chaotic shop. It’s only 8:10 and my ears already hurt, I can hear the clinking of the face of the hammer hitting the nail perfectly centered, over and over and over again, almost like a child who keeps begging for a toy after their mother says no. The whole shop is full of laughter and people screaming just to communicate over the loud crash, clunk, and clatter going out throughout the not so large room. It is overwhelming with the sounds attacking you from all angles, they have no where to escape to so they swirl around and bounce off the walls and go right back through your ears. As I grab my blueprint and unfinished piece of wood I walk over to the jointer where I put my piece of wood on its side and run it along the jointer to make a 90-degree angle, the jointer is so quiet you can’t even hear it. I make my way over to the planer to make my piece of wood the correct thickness; I set it at the correct thickness that I want it and send my piece through, it sucks the piece through and makes a loud screeching noise almost as if the wood is begging for it to stop. I then have to bring it to the table saw to cut it to the correct dimensions. While cutting your wood on the table saw its so smooth it is like cutting butter, except suddenly you hear a loud screech and the wood shoots back, I jump out of the way and hear it smash the wall behind me. After I start cutting again I accidentally run my finger over the blade but I hear a loud clunk, and the blade drops down into a metal brake and I am left with nothing but a minor scratch. All I have left to do is sand my project to perfection, I hear the sander vibrating and the smooth sound of it running back and forth along the piece of wood. As I am almost done I hear the bell ring once again, and exit the building to walk into the parking lot full of lifted jeeps and trucks and hear the burning of rubber on pavement, and see the blowing of smoke all throughout the parking lot. I squeeze my way through and climb into my little Rav4 that the sound of it starting is overpowered by the sounds of trucks starting their engines. I finally make it home, and can hear the pitter patter of me walking upstairs I close my door and hear the door click and once again am back in my burrito of warmth.