Ceramics class, always a joy. 1st period of the day and we're off working our creativity. As always, we make our way down to the basement into the cold room. Sister Amelia ( not protecting her identity, I feel no point) stands, opening the windows, letting 'fresh' air in. ( Which isn't an option at my school because they're tarring the roof and it smells something dreadful) I toss my bag and purse down on a desk and wander over to the table that sits in the middle of the room. Nothing left for me to glaze, I suppose I should start working on my sculpture........2 weeks later......There it is, a palm tree on an Island :0) It was a darn tricky thing to build, the tree was top heavy and kept toppling over. The Island cracked in the kiln but its nothin a little crazy glue cant fix. Anyways, back to ceramics class. Sister's a trip and 1/2. We swore we would stuff her in the kiln one day, or make a drape mold of her face. I assure you it would be quite interesting. Although we ( And when I say we, I mean me and my red haired, mischivous friend, Jessica) cause her headaches and stress, she loves us and vice versa. Boy Im sure gonna miss that lil penguen in a habit! I almost caused her a heart attack one day. I was standing on a spinny stool trying to reach a glaze on the top shelf. Just as she was saying " Laura be careful, you might...." I tipped off the chair and...landed on my feet smiling. " What were you saying sister?" She rolled her eyes and walked away. Ah, I love ceramics class. How it changed my life:Oh well........It changed it for the good to say the least :0) You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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