my pottery teacher says i have "strong hands" and that i should work with larger chunks of clay rather than smaller. i think that's a euphemism for "kathryn is incapable of being gentle and cautious", but i'm not sure. i've been scolded for trying to go too fast, and i cannot wait to glaze my other pieces. i wouldn't be so eager if i wasn't worried time was flying past. we've already had four classes - it's like i'm crossing the rubicon of pottery class or something.
also, i'm definitely the messiest student in class. totally covered in clay - last week kate picked some out of my hair. but whatever. i made some nice bowls and a flowerpot last night, and i glazed my ashtray!