It’s over. In the words of Alice Cooper (and the playground rhyme that inspired him), no more pencils, no more books, no more teachers’ dirty looks.
That’s it. It’s all over bar the mark. I’ve done the seminars, the essays, the exams, the dissertations. Somewhere down the line, I'll get the piece of paper to prove it.
Meantime . . . I took an extended summer break from this blog — even longer than I intended, frankly. I will now, though, be posting fairly regularly. In particular, I’ll be writing about the course and stuff I learned on it — about psychoanalysis, yes, but also about people (in which category, I include myself, at least some of the time).
So . . . forthcoming attractions include:
Dissertation writing — as viewed from a lifetime of writing
Exams — what’s a grown man sitting at a desk scribbling furiously with a pen
Drugs — should I have taken neuro-enhancers?
Chance encounters of a psychoanalytic kind — a barbecue of analysts (where? in north west London, of course)
Sunny Goodge Street — what I’ll miss about the course
Then and now — a (brief) return to south east London and finishing with academia for the second time
Typography — me and IKEA
Lacan and le con — what the French psychoanalyst kept in his cupboard
See you soon.