What making pottery in third grade taught me.
About the mind.
4 min readAug 24, 2022
When I was in the third grade, I enjoyed making pottery. There was a small shed on the grounds where the ‘school potter’ ran a class. His tools were rudimentary — a large truck tire mounted on a base, with a wooden turntable in the center. There was no electricity or a motor to turn the wheel. Instead, using a long stick that I placed into a circular hole on…
