I went to high school in the mid-1960s. All of the students had to take a “shop” class during the course of our time there. The Lovely Marianne, being female, was guided into a Home Economics class, where she learned how to do things a good housewife was expected to do back then.
I was sent to Electrical Shop, where I would learn how to make a buzzer. This was just a one-semester thing, but all of us had to go through some “shop” or another, based on gender and adult expectations at a time when all expectations were blowing in the wind.