Back when schools still had shop class, mine was making this duck thing that held spindles of thread.  I was assigned the task of operating the drill press to make the holes.  We were learning the production line technique and I guess I had the IQ high enough to drill holes.  This greatly upset the more popular kids aka bullies who thought their IQ was higher and they should be drilling those holes.  There were a lot of threats to my person if I didn’t give up the task.  But being a stubborn German and having 5 older brothers, I didn’t relent since the bullies had no power anyhow.  So with glee I drilled away.  Our final product was very ugly, but despite this my mother kept it for years.