the last class

I just finished my last class in my first semester as an MA Communications (by coursework) student. All over. Well, except for the final piece of written work. As usual I shared the train ride home with Peter, the lecturer. Initially I found this to be really odd – what are the boundaries? Answer: the usual ones when conversing with another human being – but after thirteen weeks of chit chat I think I’ll miss the conversations. Will he get his book published? How many articles will come out of the thesis? When will Footscray get a proper book shop? Anyway, I’ve really enjoyed being a student again. I’ve been incredibly pleased with my marks. I’ve made a really lovely new friend (hi Esther!). And I feel like I’ve dusted out the cobwebs from a part of me which has been shut away for a long time. I’m pleased to have that part back.