Fall term est fini, pretty much

Went in to the studio for the last half hour (officially) of the fabrication class's final and of course stayed after they left (and the last of them didn't dribble out along with poor tired Pat until about ten-thirty). Stayed until midnight, what else? Didn't want to crowd the little darlings too much. Cree was totally stressing and she doesn't listen well when she stresses. I've told her a number of times that yes, Pat really means it and she in fact really expects that if you haven't finished up by the end of term you will come in during the next term to finish. I mean, how could I possibly know that? I've only taken class about a million times. And she was putting so much pressure on her sawblades that they were bowing incredibly. It's a wonder she didn't snap them each one the moment she started trying to saw. But she wouldn't listen about that either. I remember being that hardheaded, too. Some of us, most of us probably, have to learn the hard way. Anyway, there was some pretty cool looking stuff, but it turns out that a number of people had more than the usual amount of experience (which is generally at the no experience level for Jewelry I except for some beading and wire wrapping sometimes).

Let's see. I did some filing. I cut out some more copper to try a Plunkett Fold in the rolling mill. Did some more forging--woo hoo! I cut off the legs of one chased wedge t-fold that has spoken to me and wants to be a brooch. It was an interesting process. I find my ability with lighter sawblades is coming along nicely. I mentioned to Pat that I wanted at some point to use some of my fold forms to decorate boxes and book covers but didn't want to get into woodworking. She said do what other artists do. Design your piece and then get someone to make it to your specs. Wow. That was a weight off my mind. She even gave me the name of a resource--Magnum Wood, I think.

She asked if I were planning on bringing Indian to the potluck. I had thought about making chana masala and bringing some rice and onion relish (because you can't just have one thing with Indian food, right). But I was trying to punk out and just pick up a nice, hot, really tasty pizza. Everybody always loves pizza.

But my public has spoken and Wonder Pat did make a yummy sound when I said I was sort of thinking about it (Indian). So, yes, now I am committed.

I will not go in the studio Tuesday night. I'm through for the term. Only completed the two bracelets but have a whole damned satchel of fold forms and stuff. So I'm good. Always a work in progress.

And, after I left class, Breck and I went for a short walk. Even though my back is driving me nuts. It will get better if I just keep up the walking. And I know this.

Breck was happy.