During my last class, I achieved magical Plate Status.
(Pictures forthcoming when I pick it up from the annealer next week.)
Spinning out a plate of glass was much more intense than I had imagined. I mean, it's pretty simple in principle, right? But I will be the first to tell you that what looked fairly simple was anything but.
It was awesome, though. There was great highs and shattering lows (har har). We were kept from using color until the last two classes - I was content to continue to use clear, but I understood what the class was about and participated in the colors.
The above was an example of how things go really well until they don't. This had been a pretty little bowl - kind of bag-bottomed like a romer with tallish sides - and it was great. Until we went to know it off into the annealer. And it cracked, badly. There's no saving it at that point, and into the waste bin of practice hours it went.
I was supposed to start my stained glass class tonight, but the teacher has strep. I'm really thankful she's not sharing it with us. Until them, more pictures of me not lighting myself on fire.