I suspect the only reason they had the poetry techniques exam at 9:00 on Saturday morning was so that I would be up to catch the Partridge Family and five minutes of the Monkees at 7:00. The exam itself was fine, really, although it's hard to scan lines under pressure. Lorna Crozier brought in boxes of turtles and mandarin oranges, because an early exam is obviously helped by vast amounts of sugar which will kick in while everybody's writing Question 3.
So, that's part one of my day. I'm going to slide by Hillside and see if I can afford some groceries to tide me over a couple days, I'll get some food for lunch and then head off to work (part 2), the uninteresting part. After that I'm scooting my ass down to the Orange Hall -- over by Joy and Matty-B's house -- to do a poetry / fiction reading. I plan on reading three poems, including the elusive Crash Monkey poem which I should post here so that people can actually read it.
Also got my third poem for techniques class back after the exam, and the marking by a certain sessional was extremely predictable. I'll be reading it tonight as well.