Afterthoughts

I'm on my way home after my first sculpture lesson.

For some reason, I'm absolutely starving although I should be already used to not having dinner on time.

Anyway, the class is very small, with only 7 students.

The age group varies, but half of the 6 is near my age, so it didnt matter.

Actually it shouldnt matter at all, because all of us are there to learn, not to make friends.

More about the class later.