I am taking a pottery class. It involves a pottery wheel. I am probably the most disastrous potter ever. Most of my stuff falls apart or ends up lopsided. The funny thing is, I love it. It is really fun and can be really messy. There is one woman in our class who never has an ounce of clay on her. Anywhere. I don't like her because I do not think she is doing it right. So far I have made one lop-sided bowl. I'm thrilled with it. I also have a longer history of becoming immensely hyper in art classes. This goes back to high school and all through college. I get giddy, I laugh a lot and probably talk too much. this could be because I love creating things and I just get so excited. Or I could just be lame and annoying to everyone else in the class.