Catacombs of UOW
For those 1st year students who have heard the rumours, it is true, building 19 is the Pandora’s box of all buildings, where the geographically impaired and the naïve students who choose to ignore the wall map upon entry will face great anguish. There are a countless number of lost souls that have been tormented by the many entrances and exits that lead to numerous stairwells resembling the artwork known as the “Penrose Stairs”. Psychology students have been working on a new diagnosis for patients of B19 who claim to envision the “Moving Staircases” of Hogwarts.
It is more likely through your years of study at UOW that there will be no other entrance you’re accustomed, or more comfortable to enter the building, than the one entered on your first adventure within B19. There simply is not enough time in your degree to find a different route to any room in the maze. Before you, many have tried and failed to find alternative routes only to find themselves falling ever deeper into the Rabbits Hole to find themselves in an Alice in Wonderland nightmare. Some of the professors resemble the Mad Hatter, 30 years of working and 30 years of being confined to a prison-cell of an office within this maze has sent them partially insane. Sometimes they exhibit perceivably normal behaviour, but their dress sense and marking habits indicate otherwise.
The current crop of art students may give off a false level of confidence that their knowledge of B19 is unmatchable, however, the rumours are true that the best Geospatial Information, Electronics and Software Engineering students are working on a new virtual mapping device for future students, that intends to save potentially minutes to years of B19 victims lives. Hopefully ending the B-grade horror movie situation that currently haunts UOW.
Your venture will somewhat parallel the image of your studies at UOW, in the sense that you will never be sure if you escape unscathed with your head still attached or be permanently, psychologically traumatised for your eternal days. You will only know when you breach that emergency (do not push: alarmed) exit door and the bright glistening of sunlight shines down on your tears soaked, art student approved moustache that you have finally…..finally liberated yourself of the infamous claw that is building 19.
