My Novel Freshman Experience...Part 3 The First Day of School.

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I'm not Holly the author this morning, but rather Holly the student.  Yes today was my first day of school in decades.  Oh, I've had classes, but not ones where I would be graded.  Not one that came with a syllabus, tests and project deadlines.  And not one where I anticipated being the oldest student (I wasn't).  I've always taken  pics of the kids' first day of school, so in all fairness, here's mine...

I'll confess, I mainly loved school (except chemistry and I still maintain it was more a teaching issue than me) and I tend was always addicted to the new book smell that first day, but there was no book requirement for the class, just a hefty handout along with the syllabus. Though I didn't have that new book smell, it was clear and concise as it laid out assignments and requirements.  I'll be making a pinch, a coil, a dwelling, a shoe/boot and a narrative sculpture (or teapot).  I know you all will be shocked to know how utterly excited I am.  (Yes, because I'm known for my calm, unflappable demeanor, right?? LOL)

Here's the studio...

The professor (you know how I feel about people's privacy, so he'll just be Prof. H. here this term) was very nice as he walked us through the term, his expectations and the class requirements.

Let's not mention to the other students, but I'm sort of jazzed that we're doing a class presentation on a ceramic artist.  I'll confess, I'm inspired by Susan Shie, though she's not a ceramic artist.  I saw her presentation at the Erie Art Museum and blogged about it here.  I loved how she turned her textile art into a narrative. I already know that I want to find someone doing something like that in ceramic arts.  Anyway, I'm going hunting for my subject.  I'll report back.

I know I'm going back for purely enrichment reasons, but I also know that many people go back to school out of necessity.  If you're considering going back and you're nervous, don't be.  My university has been amazeballs.  The adult ed people were totally helpful and though I know I'm only one day in, so far so good!  I'll keep you updated as the term goes on!

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And in case you missed them, here are links to My Novel Freshman Experience  Part 1, Part 2.

Holly

PS.

Just One Thing

I wrote about pottery in Just One Thing.  Someone who is a potter asked if I did pottery because of this scene...

            It felt good to be back at the wheel. This was my true talent—my true art. I learned about and dabbled with other mediums, but pottery . . . I don’t know that I can describe it, but it’s home. There’s something so primal, so tactile about wedging the clay, a sort of kneading motion. Then shaping it into a ball and placing it in the center of the batt.

           
But what I really love is the forming of the object. What was once a lump of clay, through the power of my hands and inner vision, becomes something else entirely. A bowl. A plate. A vase. Some might say there’s more artistry in the glazing, but to my mind that’s just the frosting. It’s the pottery itself that’s the heart of the creation.

A bonus scene...my potter heroine's Halloween costume.

             I took off my jacket, untied my striped scarf, and let my wild, teased hair loose. Then I carefully put my glasses on and took the unglazed clay pot out of my bag.

            “Harry Potter?” Jerry asked.

            “No, she’s a Hairy Potter. H-A-I-R-Y.” Jerry looked confused so Sam explained. “She does pottery. She’s a potter.”

            “But there are no universal potters I could think of, so I went for—”

            “A hairy potter,” Jerry finished. “That’s a good one.”

            “Well, it’s only good if people know I made pottery. Otherwise, it requires an explanation.”