In high school, I dropped woodshop to go to art class in the middle of the school year and I had to get a signature from my shop teacher. I remember him telling me that I had the highest average score on my projects in the class and he was losing me to “art class” (said with a heavy dose of disdain and disgust). I felt kind of good and bad at the same time, but I still went to art class.
One thing though is that I couldn’t rip boards for shit. Pieces always rocketed back at me. One hit me in the thigh once and I had a giant green bruise for like 2 weeks. A kid cut his finger on the router once though, he had me beat. I think another kid cut off the tip of his finger with the radial arm saw.