In high school physics I wrote a parabolic motion simulator. You could set the angle and initial velocity, and it would draw the path of the projectile. I made it so you could set the force of gravity. I also added the ability to set a horizontal force just for shits and giggles.

When I was in gym class later, we were out on the field playing baseball. I saw a ball hit into the wind and the trajectory matched my simulation of the trajectory of a projectile with a horizontal force acting on it.

So, I was pretty pleased by that.

Manual drill using a large dowel, flat bit of wood with a hole for the dowel and string to attach the ends to one end of the dowel with a drill bit in the other end.

Wind it up and then press down on the bar forcing the dowel to spin. Press hard enough and excess force winds it back up again so you can keep pumping it to drill.

We did cheat by using a modern drill bit but was fun demonstrating it at my elementary science fair.

In middle school, we had a tech class where we had bundles of electronic junk and we could tear them apart more to see what is inside. We could also try to understand the components and how everything worked and came together.

Once in highschool we had a physics team assignment of buiding something that involved electrical circuits of some sorts. So as one does we left it for one day before due date and at 5 pm we were just buying the materials to get it done, by 1 am it was clear we didn’t know what we were doing, so we busted out some drinks, and cried in despair singing old heartbreak songs. I think somehow we ended up getting an extension on the due date of the project. It was a memorable time!

Building a medieval castle and town entirely out of sugar cubes for AP european history.

We made our own video version of Hamlet and I did all the video editing, including a scene based on Phantom Menace, including the music and me rotoscoping in the lightsabers.

Literally a 10 second lightsaber duel took me a whole day in premiere and photoshop. But the fact is in my high school in 2002 it blew everyone’s minds. In my humble opinion it looked very good.

Early in secondary school, back in the '70s, the music teacher had some issue or another - if I ever knew, I have long since forgotten - and had simply given up. She did not even attempt to teach anything. As a result, we were allowed to do anything at all as long as long as it was quiet.

I did an assignment on early Russian space flight. I don’t know why that particularly, but it was my obsession at the time, so I did. It was never marked and no-one else had any interest. It contained a lot of detail from numerous sources, but I doubt that it was that great really. However, that I was allowed to do it at all surprised me at the time and had been a source of fond amusement for me even since.

Two assignments. First was in high school for a media project we had to write a short story. The teacher gave us free reign so I made a story set in the Last of Us universe since I was playing it at the time. Today, I’m editing that story, which I turned into a completely original story, in preperation for submitting it to agents to be published.

Second, in university I took an elective to learn how to make games. I created a side scroller with sort of the help of another student I knew that bailed on presentation day and who also didn’t do much to help anyway. Today, I have a working prototype of a 2.5D beat em up survival game that I have been working on my spare time.

I had to do a comparative religion project in secondary school. I completely forgot to do it, which was the custom at that time. It was Sunday at 7pm and I resolved to do the whole thing in less than an hour.


I search through the garage and found a small compressed cardboard reindeer that was painted gold as a winter decoration. I used tin snips to remove the antlers and wrote a paragraph on the Golden Calf.

Most efficient B- I have ever received.

Building a computer over the year and learning parts by parts what it all does and how to put them together and all that stuff. All the computers where broken/donated to the program, afterwards our teacher was cool and let us all play quake together on a lan network.

I once wrote a larger piece on nuclear energy.

I don’t havebit and that’s probably for the best, but in 2D art class my senior year we were supposed to research and recreate a piece from our favorite artist that doesn’t do exclusively digital art.

So I did my favorite artist, who is still my favorite: Panda Paco. If I remember correctly, he’s From Guadalajara, Mexico. He does a lot of digital and traditional art and can be found on sites like FurAffinity or Weasyl or just even the basic DeviantArt.

I recreated one of his digital pieces. When our school had a thing whereart class students could enter their workin it, I wanted to enter the piece I copied because of how proud I was, but refused because it wasn’t an original piece.

Though if we’re also talking college as well, back in 2019, I did a fundamentals of drawing class in which we did a charcoal reduction drawing where we had a bunch of white objects of various shapes in the center of the room and had to dk reduction using an eraser on the charcoal covering the whole page. It was my absolute favorite assignment we did that whole course.

Halloween project in elementary school: “peanut house of horror.” Had a little diorama of peanuts with googly eyes in a dungeon getting destroyed in every way a peanut could. Swinging pendulum halfway gouged into one. Another on a stretcher rack cracked in half. One getting crunched in a press. Shells all over the floor like a damn Texas Roadhouse.

The tale of the the one that got away.

No really. This must have been early on in schooling, and we were colouring in - with wax crayons - a hen for Easter. We might even have drawn it in pencil beforehand, but I’m not sure about that.

One of my friends was off sick that day and they asked me to colour one in for him and take it to him at home, since he lived near me.

For his, I used a different red-brown crayon colour to the plain brown I’d used for my own and, perhaps because it was a second attempt, it looked ten times better.

I wanted to keep it, but mine had my name on it and his had his. There was no way to switch them, and even at that age I knew it would have been a mean thing to do to give a sick friend the bad one. I don’t even know how much he appreciated it because it was never mentioned afterwards.

Forty-plus years later, I’m still salty about it.

I have four, all in mid-grade school (7-8).

A mobile of various paper models of satellites, along with a research paper that told about them.

A cardboard model of the USS Monitor from the Civil War (for US History obviously).

Another for history was a functioning balsa wood model of a guillotine, with a (dull) metal blade. And a deheaded G.I. Joe (I didn’t have any French aristocrat dolls handy).

A video book report made by with a few friends using the library’s video camera (back before phone cameras). We did it in the style of a satirical news program/Monty Python humor with various clips from reporters of parts of the book’s story. I don’t know why I never asked for a copy… but you don’t think about that as a kid.