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Austen handed out lumps of brown clay and dumped it in front of each boy in the classroom onto a wooden desk. I broke off a piece of clay like he said flattened it as a base. Then rolled out another piece into a narrow oval strip about a foot long. We had to twirl it around the base to make a *** then smooth down the joins. Austen then walked among the boys with his stare through thin wire-framed glasses. He stopped by my desk what's that? he said. A *** Sir I replied. He stared at it bring it to the front he said. I picked up the clay *** on the palm of my hand walked to the front of class. Lift it up so all can see he said. I lifted it up. This is how NOT to make a *** he said Coles has obviously not been listening or watching what I have been saying or showing. A few kids sniggered out of fear of not doing so rather than mirth. Had you been watching me or listening to me Coles? he said. Yes Sir I said. It does Not look like it. He took the *** slammed it on to his desk shooed me away from him plopping the misshaped clay in my palm. Go sit down Coles. I took my lump of clay and sat down. Other kids stared ahead **** scared of Austen to look away. I stared at him taking in his stern features and pockmarked skin and grinned within.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
AUSTEN'S POTTERY CLASS 1959
Austen handed out lumps of brown clay and dumped it in front of each boy in the classroom onto a wooden desk. I broke off a piece of clay like he said flattened it as a base. Then rolled out another piece into a narrow oval strip about a foot long. We had to twirl it around the base to make a *** then smooth down the joins. Austen then walked among the boys with his stare through thin wire-framed glasses. He stopped by my desk what's that? he said. A *** Sir I replied. He stared at it bring it to the front he said. I picked up the clay *** on the palm of my hand walked to the front of class. Lift it up so all can see he said. I lifted it up. This is how NOT to make a *** he said Coles has obviously not been listening or watching what I have been saying or showing. A few kids sniggered out of fear of not doing so rather than mirth. Had you been watching me or listening to me Coles? he said. Yes Sir I said. It does Not look like it. He took the *** slammed it on to his desk shooed me away from him plopping the misshaped clay in my palm. Go sit down Coles. I took my lump of clay and sat down. Other kids stared ahead **** scared of Austen to look away. I stared at him taking in his stern features and pockmarked skin and grinned within.
A BOY AND HIS POTTERY CLASS TEACHER IN LONDON 1959.
TerryCollett
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
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