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"A student to an instructor." Dictated a voice as I sat in front of my mould of clay and potter's wheel, it's time to begin my pottery class and I feel a bit anxious, but still…this is great, soon enough, a woman came to me and sat behind me, taking my hands in hers and guiding me on how to make each movement as I stepped on the pedal…learning something new is wonderful. After hours of learning, we were dismissed for the day.
"Hi." A voice greeted and I looked up to see a dark-skinned girl smiling at me and I returned the smile.
"I'm Joy." She extended her hand.
"Fiyin…" I shook her hand and she started talking about pottery, how much she loves it and how glad she is to be in this training, I only did what I do best, smile and make low sounds as responses for her to know I'
