Going to pot

This past summer, I finally fulfilled a long-held dream of taking a class in wheel-thrown ceramics.  I am, as in most things, a cheerful amateur about my involvement with clay; I knew it would be difficult, and that I wouldn't produce anything of true beauty and style in an 8 week course at the local Art Center.  I'd not worked with clay since I was 10, and I have no illusions about being innately talented at something as challenging as wheel-throwing.  But when my friend...