Almost there...
The face of exhaustion is not a pretty one. There's a huge mirror to the right of the torching station and I pondered my sorry image for a moment. Behind me a more experienced student was punctuating her filing work with sighs.
In the room next door, someone was pounding away. In old movies someone always puts their hands to their heads and exclaims "The drums! The drums!". This had a similar effect on both of us. We exchanged glances and I'm sure she had the same thought as me - grab a hammer and pound away on the hammerer.
"My project isn't going so well," she said as she held the lid of the pickle pot for me. "I wanted to do a bird cage, but my teacher was like, no, don't do it."
A bird cage, really. Mine was not going so well at all. I fried one of the set of bars with the torch and melted a couple of rings. I put these aside and worked on the toggle clasp that is one of the required samples. My carelessness last night really surprised me, I had a harder time than usual polishing, couldn't concentrate on the zippee sander and was rebuked by a 3rd year student for using the steam dragon improperly. Around 7 I packed up and spent the rest of the night browsing Rio Grande catalogs.
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purpleponyart) wrote,
tired
