Monday, March 3, 2008
At the end of the first class I asked everyone to go to a place in the Uni where they'd had a strong experience or emotion; and then send an SMS describing where they were, what they could see, and relating the memory . Here is what came through...your vivid experiences of location and emotion.
Main entrance to the tower building, standing outside looking at the banners that say "federal government rates UTS as one of the best". I remember having an argument with people from the socialist alliance stall. I argued that there would not be a revolution until they changed their PR approach.
Glasshouse Bar. I can see leather/vinyl couches filled with (mainly first year) students. I remember when the couches were older and eclectic, coming here with my new uni friends at the tender age of 17. Though not my first time drinking underage, it was my first time drinking underage where they actually checked id. I've never felt so old and so young at the same time since.
I am in the lift at the end of Bon Marche. Today all i see is myself, reflected thrice in the mirrored walls. I remember once taking the lift to level 5 when just as the doors were about to close a hand appeared and my tutor stepped in. he broke the awkward silence on the way up with 'i like your top'.
In first year here, I was about to go up the escalators from level 4 to Building 5 in Building 1 when i saw some people I knew from the year below mine, which was a bit of a shock. I think they were on a day trip. Around here there's escalators, a board covered in posters and the like; a notice board welcoming people to the mobile blood service; a bin; directional signs; pillars; walls, carpet; stairs down; and a lot of space.
A crowd of anxious people waited noisily outside the guthrie theatre for the first day of lectures. I stood behind the glass doors and finished my cigarette as i watched them gather and rustle with nervous excitement and anticipation. I dragged slowly on my cigarette and tried to think of my first day at high school. the awkward greetings of strangers getting to know one another. This calmed me and i entered the theatre.
Level 4, Tower building. This is where i made a resolution last year to become more involved in uni, by joining up to things during O week. And where i broke that same resolution a week later, by slipping out of class early and ditching all my club memberships, in favour of going shopping instead.
This is the spot on the Concourse- red carpet, grey pillar, and smelling of banana bread. This is the spot where a boy once sat me down, face to face like an interview, and told me he was flattered by my attention but he was in a place in his life where he wasn't ready for a relationship. I cried for three days, and then I got out of bed, put on my makeup, and decided I wasn't a quitter. It turns out he didn't know what was best for him after all. We've been dating for eighteen months.
Building 6 cafe. Sun is shining on group of 5 sitting at table in middle of courtyard, others sitting in the shadows not as prominent. The quest for a good coffee at uni and a nice place to meet friends was completed when my friend introduced me to the dab cafe. Weeks were spent trying to find a suitable meeting place to relax and chat, until this moment. Since my initiation, it has become part of my uni routine.