Earlier this year I thought making clay paraphernalia might be my ticket out of my hated profession. Bongs are difficult because it's hard to make the size of the holes to come out right. Pipes are slightly easier, but they smoke very hot and there is also a problem with the airways sealing up during the glazing process. These two seem to have come out right, although I haven't tried them yet.
Here are some strange, insignia-like marks which appeared mysteriously on my skin. Do you think I might have cancer? Do you think I might be a little obsessed with my body? Consider the restraint I'm showing considering that I was naked in a shallow pool of transparent liquid.
And, by the way, I haven't made it out of my present line of work yet. Tuesday was the first day of school and I remain an elementary school teacher. Oh the horror.
