Just like all other young people, I thought I was invincible.
I was sure I was going to ace the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C certification classes and exams.
My sizable sibling was an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C professional, and I watched him all the time. I knew the names of the parts because of helping with inventory. I was sure Heating, Ventilation, and A/C certification was going to be a breeze. The first day, I walked into class and was greeted by a dour-looking man, resting on a desk, and in an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C uniform. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her legs were spread out in front of him. Her eye arched as she watched me sit down. I felt like I should slink down into our seat and try not to be seen, but it was too late. The teacher, John, raised her other eyebrow, and I was squirming. I was sure that everything I knew about Heating, Ventilation, and A/C would not be enough to make this woman pleased. Ten other people filed in after me, and they didn’t get the look I got from the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C professional at the front of the room. She put a book on each desk and asked if anyone knew what Heating, Ventilation, and A/C was? I raised our hand. When she didn’t acexpertise me, I put our hand down. She pointed at me and I quietly told him that Heating, Ventilation, and A/C was heating, , and ventilation. I was mortified when she looked at the class and announced that I was a young girl, and the only 1 in class who knew the meaning of Heating, Ventilation, and A/C. She was shaming the women in the class, however I felt like I made the mistake.