Coil pots ROCK! But camera batteries suck. I was going to take photos of all the new pots I threw on the wheel, ’cause I made some really nice ones finally, but my camera battery was dead. So I tried to take a few photos with my cell phone but this was the only one that turned out.
My coil vase rocks!
I will miss pottery class, there’s only 4 more class sessions, it’s been a lot of fun. But, I’ve met my project quota to pass the class so I’m also glad that it’s almost over. It was a night class and it really put me in a bind this semester. Janie just don’t do nights.
I’m getting pretty sick of all my classes this semester, biology has shifted into studying plant anatomy, which I find incredibly dull. I am getting so burned out on calculus homework I’ve ceased caring about much of anything and dread the mountain of homework we have thrust upon us daily. It’s only my inhuman level of duty and the absolute fear of having to take this course over again that keeps me showing up to class and even trying to slog through the homework. Not that I’m retaining much. But I started out the semester strong with an 88% at midterm so hopefully that will carry me through so I can at least get my C so I can put this nightmare behind me. And, poor o-chem. I’m so overwhelmed by calculus and am so far behind in my study time for o-chem that I’m only sitting at an 83% going into our final unit. This does not please me. I need to pass calculus. I NEED to PASS calculus. But I will be so crushed if doing so ruins my 0-chem grade. O-chem is not that hard, it just requires a lot of memorization that I don’t have time for and that is why it is so very sad. It would be different if it was as hard as calculus. And, my o-chem teacher doesn’t give any points for any work you do except 4 tests, a final and your lab reports. Would be nice if we could get some other points to buffer our grade. C’est la vie.
So, on account of having little to say that doesn’t sound negative, I’m going to borrow a topic and refer you to a link from a blog I read. It’s by Jess, and it talks about the difference between cement and concrete. I found it interesting, it fits my topic of what I learned last week, and it reminded me of a funny incident from my childhood. I’ve kept thinking about it all weekend, so I decided to share my comment there here, for the benefit of you who don’t normally visit Scratching to Escape, but I recommend you take a peek at his post first, so my comment makes more sense.
I did not know that. I haven’t given the difference between concrete and cement much thought since I was a wee small kid-butt. I remember being in a car with the family and being stopped, stuck in a particularly bad patch of traffic where there was some construction or road work or something. It was a long, long time ago and the details are foggy but I remember seeing some kind of truck with a huge yellow colored barrel thing tilted to one side. The only frame of reference in my limited kid-butt experience was of the Plochman’s Yellow Salad Mustard jars that are yellow barrel shaped. Not realizing I was speaking out loud I said, “Wow, that’s one big mustard truck!” My dad said, while my mom laughed, “That’s a cement mixer.” And, pretty much from that day forward I assumed that cement was the “liquid” form of concrete.
For some reason this one incident, and a wonky sense of kid logic, stuck with me and formed my whole life long understanding of concrete and cement. At least until I read Jess’ post. The mind moves in mysterious ways.
17 more days of Calculus.