One of the elective classes I took as a sophomore (2nd year) in high school, in Hawaii, was called "metal shop". It may be called something else, like "industrial arts", in other places. Believe it or not, my teacher was a Filipino immigrant. Unlike my art teacher, I don't remember his name. He had a Chinese name, though, which isn't all that unusual if you understand how many people of Chinese descent live in the Philippines.

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