Friday, October 26, 2018
As it is October, the assignment for the ceramics classes was to make Calaveras (sugar skulls). They had two weeks.
(They were to make two pinch bowls, score & slip them together creating a hollow sphere, and then sculpt that into a Calavera. I get lesson plans like this all the time--plans that make little to no sense to me. I just read it to them and hope they get it.)
As they turned in their skulls on Friday (leaving them out on a shelf), the students in following periods would stop to gawk. A couple of them tried to touch. I got snippy about those that wanted to touch other students' skulls. I could just see someone accidentally breaking another student's two weeks worth of work.
We got through the entire Friday with all the skulls intact.
Then my assignment got extended one more day. (It's a long story about doctor's notes and school bureaucracy.)
Monday's assignment had them writing about their skulls. They were to describe them using the elements and principles.
Well, of course they'd need to have their skulls in front of them for that. And they'd be careful with their own work, right?
Fifth period. A boy raised his hand. He waved me over. He needed to show me something.
Half his skull was rubble. There were several chunks of what had been the face sitting in the hollow of what had been the back of the head.
What had happened? He wasn't entirely sure. All I could think about was how much work he had put into that thing.
I asked him what Mr. P would have him do in this situation. He said he'd get to remake it. Well, okay then...
At least that was only the second skull that got broken that day. (The first one wasn't a big loss. I attempted to get the boy to put more effort into his skull. He didn't see my point.) And somehow we made it through the rest of the day without another mishap.