My PoV
The day before today, I had asked Ozpin if I could start a Mechanic Class for those who were interested. Turns out he liked the idea, leading me to where I am know.
I stepped up to the front of the classroom, the weight of the disassembled diesel engine parts resting on the table before me. The air was thick with anticipation as the students leaned forward in their seats, eager to learn the intricate art of engine assembly.
"Alright, class," I began, my voice carrying a tone of confidence, despite how nervous I am. "Today, we're going to tackle the beast that is the diesel combustion engine. This is no simple task, but with the right knowledge and a steady hand, you'll be able to breathe life into this mechanical marvel."
I lifted a piston, holding it up for the class to see. "Let's start with the basics. This little guy is the piston, and it's the heart of the engine. Its job is to convert the energy from the exploding fuel into rotational motion, which ultimately powers the vehicle."
From the back of the room, a familiar voice chimed in. "Sounds like a pretty important piece," Yang remarked, her lilac eyes studying the piston intently.
I couldn't help but smile at her eagerness to learn. "Correct, Yang. Without the pistons, the whole system falls apart. That's why proper installation and maintenance are crucial."
Moving on, I picked up the crankshaft, a intricate assembly of metal rods and bearings. "Now, this is the crankshaft. It's responsible for translating the reciprocating motion of the pistons into the rotational force that drives the wheels."
A student raised his hand, brow furrowed in concentration. "How does it do that, exactly?"
"Excellent question," I replied, launching into a detailed explanation. "The crankshaft is connected to the pistons via connecting rods. As the pistons move up and down, they cause the crankshaft to rotate, creating the torque needed to turn the drive train."
I could see the understanding dawning on their faces as they absorbed the information. Nodding in satisfaction, I moved on to the next component.
"Now, let's talk about the cylinder block," I said, gesturing to the sturdy metal casing. "This is the backbone of the engine, housing the cylinders and providing the structure to support the immense forces at work."
Yang leaned forward, her interest piqued. "So, how does this bad boy handle all that pressure?" I grinned, always appreciating her curiosity. "Well, Yang, the cylinder block is made from high-strength alloys designed to withstand the extreme temperatures and pressures generated during combustion. It's a marvel of engineering, really."
As I delved deeper into the intricacies of the diesel engine, explaining the roles of the cylinder head, valves, and fuel injection system, the class remained enraptured. I could see the gears turning in their minds as they pieced together the intricate puzzle that was this powerful machine.
"Alright, folks," I said, clapping my hands together. "It's time to put all this knowledge to the test. Let's start assembling this beast."
With practiced movements, I began guiding them through the process, step by step. We started with the cylinder block, carefully installing the crankshaft and connecting rods, ensuring every component was aligned and properly lubricated.
Yang rolled up her sleeves, diving in with enthusiasm. "Let me at it, teach. I've got this," She declared, her confidence radiating through the room.
I chuckled, admiring her tenacity. "Careful there, Yang. This isn't a job for the faint of heart." As the class progressed, I moved from student to student, offering guidance and correcting mistakes when necessary. The air was filled with the sounds of wrenches turning and parts clicking into place, a symphony of mechanical precision.
