Monday, January 21, 2008

Not a Potter

It's harder than I imagined. My fanciful dreams of being a pottery prodigy crumbled today after my second class at the Pottery School. My hands are all scratched up from the wheel. My posture is getting worse. And I learned there's no coordination between my eyes and any other part of my body.

The closest thing I made to a pot ended up looking like a lopsided ash tray. To make matters worse, the ash tray didn't survive because I accidentally pushed the clay too hard while I was trying to pull the walls higher, and my creation flew off the wheel and wedged itself into my leg.


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