LocEmotion 06
This is our Location/ Emotion sms writing exercise, 06 version. 11.35, Wednesday October 18th. Find a location at UTS where you had a strong emotional experience. Go there. Then write about where you are, what you were feeling, by sms. We'll follow up a bit later in the week...
xx4495
I'm sitting on the seats out the back of the main UTS building. It is where i sat with a mixture of boredom and excitement before my 1st ever UTS class.
xx0732
A special place for me is a room on the fourth floor of the tower building. There, on the couches, is where I usually get together with my friends.
xx9721
Thomas st, I paid for 2 people's parking on my credit card as machine wasn't taking coins. It made me feel like I was contributing to a better society, one where you helped each other out without questioning.
xx8677
2nd Floor Bon Marche. Last min poetry assignment 4 col & mod: There once was a black in jamaica, he worked all day but no money he'd maica, he threw down his plow, said I ain't no cow, and was beaten till he did meet his maker. Much laughter and anxiety ensued.
xx3024
Glass house, brown couches in the corner near the stairs. I was sitting with Jared, who was cheating on his longtime girlfriend with me, holding hands. My other friend was with us. Jared was going to the States to visit his girlfriend soon, we were gonna break it off before then. He started kissing me, then said he was thinking about proposing to his girlfriend when he got there, figured it was the best way to say sorry for cheating. Then he started kissing me again. My friend was shocked and couldn't stop telling us how fucked up we were. My stomach was churning and my ears were ringing as i went from thinking of myself as objective and emotionally and sexually liberated to feeling like a whore. I broke it off an hour later.
xx6920
Tower building level-? High. 1st eva class. Amazing view out window. Nervous. Jet lagged. Tym 2 chat 2 and intro ppl next to me. "This is Chad everyone. he's from Ecuador". "No, I'm from Lebanon". Oops. Lost a friend.
xx9977
I stand on a chair, on level 19. I am in awe. The city is endless, endlessly busy. Orderly, chaotic; I'm powerful, vulnerable. Is that my house? Never.
xx1860
Stepping off the side walk in front of tower building. I can't believe I'm protesting on george st. I'm not meant to walk on such a black and uninviting surface.
xx0580
The lift shuddered to a stop, half way between lvl 6 and 4. Half a minute passed and everyone in the packed lift was panicking. The lift jolted, and we all held out breath, hoping the doors would open. And they finally did, on lvl 2. Nobody dared get back in, wandering aimlessly through the car park until an exit was found. Phew!
xx8263
I was 5 minutes away from my non-fiction class held on level 20-odd of the fugly tower. Didn't pay attention if lift was going up or down..It took me to the evil tower's rectum, rose away and left me stranded (& commanded its fellow conspirators to shuttle back and forth only on upper floors). I was forced to stay there in the humming, stale -air breathing concrete bowels of the tower just long enough to be irritatingly late to class.
xx1769
I'm at the loft; for this is the intial place i met international students. On the first day of orientation we went there with one objective : to drink.
xx5955
Pc lab 420 in tower once went to print came back woman on my comp told her its mine she stay i say i wait she angry Y Its mine embssed and proud cos cld have let go
xx6774
Falling. Falling. Falling. Claustrophobia. No reception. Lvl 18. falling. Too short. can't breathe. Lvl 12. Awkward stillness. awkward standing. Closing doors. Still falling. Lvl 4. Send. Relief. Fresh air. Going home!
xx4495
I'm sitting on the seats out the back of the main UTS building. It is where i sat with a mixture of boredom and excitement before my 1st ever UTS class.
xx0732
A special place for me is a room on the fourth floor of the tower building. There, on the couches, is where I usually get together with my friends.
xx9721
Thomas st, I paid for 2 people's parking on my credit card as machine wasn't taking coins. It made me feel like I was contributing to a better society, one where you helped each other out without questioning.
xx8677
2nd Floor Bon Marche. Last min poetry assignment 4 col & mod: There once was a black in jamaica, he worked all day but no money he'd maica, he threw down his plow, said I ain't no cow, and was beaten till he did meet his maker. Much laughter and anxiety ensued.
xx3024
Glass house, brown couches in the corner near the stairs. I was sitting with Jared, who was cheating on his longtime girlfriend with me, holding hands. My other friend was with us. Jared was going to the States to visit his girlfriend soon, we were gonna break it off before then. He started kissing me, then said he was thinking about proposing to his girlfriend when he got there, figured it was the best way to say sorry for cheating. Then he started kissing me again. My friend was shocked and couldn't stop telling us how fucked up we were. My stomach was churning and my ears were ringing as i went from thinking of myself as objective and emotionally and sexually liberated to feeling like a whore. I broke it off an hour later.
xx6920
Tower building level-? High. 1st eva class. Amazing view out window. Nervous. Jet lagged. Tym 2 chat 2 and intro ppl next to me. "This is Chad everyone. he's from Ecuador". "No, I'm from Lebanon". Oops. Lost a friend.
xx9977
I stand on a chair, on level 19. I am in awe. The city is endless, endlessly busy. Orderly, chaotic; I'm powerful, vulnerable. Is that my house? Never.
xx1860
Stepping off the side walk in front of tower building. I can't believe I'm protesting on george st. I'm not meant to walk on such a black and uninviting surface.
xx0580
The lift shuddered to a stop, half way between lvl 6 and 4. Half a minute passed and everyone in the packed lift was panicking. The lift jolted, and we all held out breath, hoping the doors would open. And they finally did, on lvl 2. Nobody dared get back in, wandering aimlessly through the car park until an exit was found. Phew!
xx8263
I was 5 minutes away from my non-fiction class held on level 20-odd of the fugly tower. Didn't pay attention if lift was going up or down..It took me to the evil tower's rectum, rose away and left me stranded (& commanded its fellow conspirators to shuttle back and forth only on upper floors). I was forced to stay there in the humming, stale -air breathing concrete bowels of the tower just long enough to be irritatingly late to class.
xx1769
I'm at the loft; for this is the intial place i met international students. On the first day of orientation we went there with one objective : to drink.
xx5955
Pc lab 420 in tower once went to print came back woman on my comp told her its mine she stay i say i wait she angry Y Its mine embssed and proud cos cld have let go
xx6774
Falling. Falling. Falling. Claustrophobia. No reception. Lvl 18. falling. Too short. can't breathe. Lvl 12. Awkward stillness. awkward standing. Closing doors. Still falling. Lvl 4. Send. Relief. Fresh air. Going home!
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