Check This One Off My List

Sophomore year of college began with a certain determination to become a world class potter in my pottery class. Don't judge me, but I really did envision myself being great and someday relocating to Santa Fe to live out my life behind a potters wheel in an artsy fartsy commune with my domesticated wolf, "morning sky", faithfully at my side. OK, so maybe it didn't go that far, but I did have high hopes. The first couple weeks of pottery class were great, and then my social life happened... Up to this point, social life and school had never had such a battle for my time, but as we all learn in school some time, you actually do have to study and dedicate real time to be successful. Social life kinda won and realizing I would certainly fail the course, I withdrew from pottery (and bio-chem) and had a GREAT sophomore year.



In the back of my mind though, there always remained that desire/determination to someday really get into pottery.



And now that day has come. Thanks to the gracious tutelage of DBoy I threw my first bowl. It was absolutely a hoot of a good time and again the inner potter is beckoning me to forge onward. Most likely I won't relocate to Santa Fe, too dry, or have a wolf named "Morning Sky", I hear wolves can sometimes turn on ya. But surely a bowl and a pot later have only further ignited my desire to carry on. Onward and Upward.