After that first year on the paper drafting tables if you wanted to
continue drafting you had to be accepted into the drafting program.
It sounds prestigious but there was a practical upshot of there being
only about 12 computers that were available for all of the advanced
drafting classes. The teacher liked my work and my best friend and I
were accepted in to the drafting 2 classes along with a few other
kids from our hometown. After the core assignments were done, which
didn't take long, it was complete and unfettered freedom to do what
ever we wanted drafting related. I was drawing all sorts of personal
fantasy projects like climbing carabiners, mountain bikes and funny
stuff. Many of our other teachers were also coaches and likes to be
called coach instead of mister and because the drafting teacher was
so far from sporty as to be absurd I started calling him coach. It
caught on with the other advanced drafting students and we all
started calling him coach. He would protest saying he was not the
coach of anything and I would tell him he was coach of the drafting
team and that I was ready to be first string if he would just put me
in during crunch time he would see I was ready. For a little while he
complained about being called coach and then embraced it from the
advanced drafting kids but one time I heard a beginning drafting
student call him coach and he got chucked out of class. Most advanced
drafting students had quite a few classes with coach and we would
spend most of the day drawing or goofing of on the computers or just
hanging out chatting about one thing or another while the first years
were under strict rules and coach ran his side business out of the
back.
