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6:46 p.m. - 2002-01-29 I kind of wanted to make an initial statement, I guess, so that no one would have any confusion over my gender, so I wore a casual denim dress to class. I was the only one in a dress. eveyone else had more sense. We sat at folding tables set in a large square. There were no privacy panels. After nearly three hours at that table, my legs were aching from keeping them so tightly closed. You could have cracked a hickory nut between my knees. Aside from the young instructor, there was only one guy there, and he sat across from me. It kept me honest about how I sat while I worked. And my nails were, of course, way too long. I wasn't the onlh one with this problem, but I certainly had the longest nails.... and the reddest. No one keeps polish on their nails anymore. I think it's kind of sad. My neighbor said she liked my color though. On Thursday, I'll go in with pants and short nails.. but I am going to keep the polish. I like it. Anyway, on Thursday I can start thinking more about making pots and less about making sure everyone understands that I'm a woman. I think it'll be a good class. 0 comments so far � � |