I didn't go to studio yesterday. I liked the poem I wrote in my notebook, but then I typed it up and cleaned it up for class and hated it. Trying to have integrity in my poem to not have all these unsaid things, but it is harder knowing I have to read them, having them be read is not as awful. I really want an editor more then I want general opinions. I want to know exactly where and why and how I'm not accomplishing whatever the poem is trying to accomplish. I get it sometimes with some people but I couldn't read this one. Maybe on another day I could have but not then and there. There are reasons now I'm glad I didn't but I'm not going to explain those. I never skip class unless I'm sick and then only if I physically can't, so I guess you're winning. I went to the ceramics lab instead and threw six things on the wheel. Maybe one will fit your goblet wish. The piece I like best I stretched it too far and it busted: Less then three inch diameter, about a foot high. I wouldn't have put any "harsh colored" glazes on it and then I have given it to Mom or Nana. Sooner or later I may start overhearing at family functions how the east--school & people (person)--are taming me. ...or something. Last night I dreamed I was sitting in the corner in the foyer making little metal things. Lots of them. they were in sets of three within sets of nine but some how the nines just never happened and it was always threes. The lamp light was too bright, it made my head hurt. There were so many to make and put in little zip-locs. You came and said I was hungry and took me down to the C-Store but it took up the whole basement and everything in it was strange. And the fancy chocolate cookies looked gross, but they had beautiful Alice in Wonderland cards inside. I didn't want you to spend money on me, but you knew I wanted them. That was all really.