Do you remember what it was like to be 13 years old? Because I've had 12 and 13 year old girls in my "wearable art" camp classes this week, I've had a nice, bold, fresh reminder. I've been reminded that it's really, really tough. I'm glad I'm not that age anymore. My observations of their interactions make me think of a time when it was so incredibly important to fit in...to be a part of some inside clique. And once you get there, how easy it is to forget what the others who aren't "in" with you might be feeling. The dynamics are sometimes excruciating. I breathe deeply and remember that they'll make it, just like we did.
On the more positive side, tomorrow we'll get the freshly glazed ceramic beads I made for them (got to finally fire that bead tree with the lamented fat steel rods,) and they glazed. And we'll glaze pendants. And play with beads...pull it all together. It's been a wild ride and I know they're having fun. Tomorrow should be just as interesting. And since it's the last day of camp, I have to make it even more especially memorable. In a good way. We'll see.