The name itself strikes fear into the hearts of men both brave and bold. Big men, burly men, manly men. Men who wear leather, denim, and flannel. Men who hunt and fish and walk the cold, bare steel girders of skyscrapers in the frigid morning hours. "Oh I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day. I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wildflowers. I put on women's clothing, and hang around in bars."

It began innocently enough, what was to be the first official project of block one. Oh, the inhumanity of it all. The horrors we witnessed - the trials and tribulations we endured. I still weep when I think of it. And drink.

We used all the techniques and skills we had learned up to that point and, along the way, had to learn many more to overcome the stumbling blocks we encountered. As a whole, the class did relatively well and a few even surpassed the expectations of the instructors and students. Once all was said and done, our completed products came in about three weeks behind schedule due to some, ah, technical difficulties. Unfortunately, we lost a few students during this grueling period - the weeding out process had begun.

I wish I could show you a sampling of the entire class' work and I apologize that I didn't think to ask them for copies of their files before we went on break. Therefore, you'll only have one example to judge and perhaps that is for the best (for me anyway). Now, on with the show.