When Will My Bread Come Home?

Hey, I'm back! It's been another Monday and you know what that means: busy day! I stayed up a little late last night getting my cut-up poems together (think, classic kidnapper letter-style poetry, except less 'I stole your kid, gimme money' and more 'These words make no goddamn sense, has this guy never heard of 'to' or 'of'? Haha I can make a dirty poem from fishing terminology' - catch my drift?) and so I had to type them up this morning. Fortunately, I didn't make myself late to class in the process, and what a surprisingly interesting class it was.
Today's focus was food writing, so everything from restaurant reviews to sharing recipes to even writing a profile of someone in a restaurant while simultaneously critiquing the food. I think Kathryn (our lecturer) and I have that in common - our love of food - but then, who doesn't love food? We need it to survive after all. But obviously, I have a closer relationship with food now given that I, firstly, have to cook for myself here at uni, and secondly, had to learn after mum passed, meaning food is very much my way of connecting with her. I might consider doing some food writing in the [near] future if things work out and I have a bit of time.
Rest of class was workshopping our reviews, so I got some feedback on my The Post and Clockwork Canaries pieces. I got a mixed response so that means I still can't decide which one I'm going to use for my first assignment and will need to figure that out for next week.
During my lunch break, I got talking to my friend Hannah about secondary school teachers, which is always a fun topic, especially when I get to talk about the wonderfully camp Mr Palm (how I miss him) or the scary beardy Mr Reynolds or Mr Fearn, the spitting image of Jesus!
With that joyful break over, I came to my second class of the day: Poetry. Time to see if my efforts would pay off. My 'cut-up' poem based on the words from Charles Causley's 'Plymouth' (the poem with no 'to' or 'of' in it) was relatively well received, as was my previous poem about things I know (inspired by Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and Sujata Bhatt's 'What is Worth Knowing') called My Blue Period (this might be a working title). So yes, a fulfilling and informative class it was. Which only left me to make a beeline for the Co-op to stock up on essentials - of which there still were none. The recent bad weather has meant no deliveries have been able to reach the city so no fresh bread, vegetables or milk for the last 3-5 days. I hope this doesn't last too much longer. I love my avocado-egg-toast too much! I will let you know how things go as and when they DO change - and I can have cereal again.
For now, I need to go rehearse my lines for the showcase before getting to bed.