At 15, I took my first ceramics class and I was hooked. I was also awful. Awful. I struggled at the potters wheel for years, but liked the challenge. In college, I wanted to become a gerontologist. Before the beginning of my sophomore year, my dad sat me down and advised me to do what I loved instead. (What a good guy!) I went to the registrars office and changed all my courses for the fall. Looking back, it was the correct decision.