Imagine the movie Miracle, but with more curry. The Sangam club met again yesterday for a movie night, the final meeting of the semester. We were given two options to watch, either Slumdog Millionaire or Breakaway, a movie that I had never heard of before. Since practically everyone had seen the former, we elected the latter.
The trailer should give you an idea of what the movie was like, but to sum it up for people who don’t have a spare two minutes to spend watching a trailer: Indian family living in Toronto struggles with managing their cultural traditions and the Canadian culture. Rather unsurprisingly, the conflict comes to a boil over an ice rink.
The movie is hilarious, thanks mostly to the goalie who was my favorite character. There were laugh-out-loud moments, touching moments, sad moments, and above all, Bollywood dancing moments. The most confusing scene for me centered around an appearance made by Drake in a club. But who am I to judge.
I did not blog my freshman year, but if I had you surely would have heard about Unit 2. This was the unit of residents in Ross Hall that I was placed into. It was an incredible mix of people who meshed well from day one. My best friends at Butler come from this unit, and I stay in contact with almost all of them to this day.
We were basically a group of individuals who were fun-loving, outgoing, and able to get along really well. It even happened the we would adopt residents from the surrounding (obviously less interesting) units. We also had a weird sort of attachment to Chris, our RA. It turned out that he wasn’t a fan of hugs, and that our unit as a whole was a fan of mass, surprise group hugs.
Recently a number of us met and reminisced about shenanigans from freshman year, caught up on each others’ lives to date, and had a generally fun time. It’s nice knowing that, although many of us took different paths through Butler, there’s still that crossroad that we can return to that brought us together for a year. (And if you’re thinking you’re tired of this metaphor, too bad. I’m nostalgic).
Oh dorm life, how I miss you...ish
With the prospect of the Thanksgiving orgy-of-food that we call a dinner, nothing made more sense than getting in a big run that morning. It was with anxious anticipation of the turkey, green beans, mashed potatoes and more that I signed up for the Galloping Gobbler. Reportedly one of the largest four mile races in the country, I ran alongside four thousand other Hoosiers the morning of Thanksgiving. I fought the chills caused by the frigid morning air and the hair-raising ambiance of a fog-filled cemetery that was the course. Unfortunately I forgot to run with a camera. It was an ethereal and beautiful setting.
Unfortunately my time didn’t match my time from last year, but I wasn’t as concerned with that when we sat down to our plates stuffed to the brim with sweet potatoes, gravy, stuffing, white and dark turkey meat…Alright this is making me hungry just thinking about it. Needless to say my metabolism was working on all cylinders, and no bit of food was left intact. Not even the canned cranberry sauce.
For Thanksgiving break, I stayed on campus until Monday to get some work done. A good amount of time was spent cleaning up my room, finishing off leftovers (which coincidentally involved consuming every spare bit of food so that I could avoid a trip to the store), and getting homework done.
When I returned home, I had a list of things to do. Always at the top are eating and sleeping. I also picked up my sister from college and my cousin from the airport. From there, shenanigans ensued.
I went salsa dancing with my cousin, sister and her friends. This was full of attempted suaveness, embarrassment, and lots of fun. From there we played Apples to Apples while enjoying our final bites of hostess. And let me tell you, The end of Hostess really puts the sweet in bittersweet. Unfortunately, no Twinkies were to be found. We made do.
:'( They'll be missed.
See what else I did during break HERE
What does this video have to do with Thanksgiving break of a Butler student? Not much, besides the easily drawn correlation between the thrill of snowboarding and the excitement of chilling with family for the weekend. My cousin showed me the video. Now I have a new favorite band. More songs to be found here.
It was a week of relaxing and giving thanks for all of the incredible opportunities that I’ve been afforded. I attribute about 20% of my accomplishments to myself. This number is modeled after Woody Allen‘s quote: “80 percent of success is showing up.” I am lucky to have been born in America in a family that can send me to college. The incredible friends I’ve made have shaped me into who I am, and my professors have directed me through my academic career.
A big thanks to everyone who has been a part of my life, influential or otherwise. Sitting down to a table full of food that puts me directly into a food coma is just another opportunity to take note of a blessed and full life. Going back to school, I’ll seek to take advantage of every moment, and keep a positive attitude. Because I honestly have no reason to be pessimistic in this day and place. For that I’m grateful.
It’s great having a basketball team that performs very well (on most years) and gets opportunities to travel to Maui for an invitational tournament. My friend on the cheer-leading squad has been looking forward to it the whole semester, and couldn’t stop talking about it over the last few days.
What’s even more fantastic is having a team perform exceptionally during the tournament! I had caught some of the game on the radio as I drove home, but I wasn’t able to catch the last few minutes. As soon as I got home, my facebook newsfeed was on fire with comments about the game. And what did most of the comments have in common? This clip, courtesy of Rotnie Clark.
Some may look at this as a redemption of Hayward’s missed last minute three point shot in the final moments of the March Madness tournament. I imagine this is how our team is preparing for another such event, should the need arise for a buzzer-beating three pointer. And judging by the results, we’ll be prepared next time. March Madness, here we come.
They finally did it guys. They made education fun. This is International Education Week, and in celebration, a number of events have been set up around campus, one of which I attended this evening. A sign-up was offered to anyone who wanted to go to India Palace, and I decided I would see if there was any space left.
When I went to check and it turned out there were a few spots left for free food, this was my initial reaction:
When I spend my time cooking for myself, a free meal now not only means that I don’t have to pay for it, but I also don’t have to prepare it or clean it up.
In all seriousness, I think that International Education is incredibly important. There are two directions that a society can take: they can either close themselves off or open up. Any experience internationally is a move outwards, opening are eyes to how many other types of people exist, and gives us the opportunity to hear new ideas, challenge our own, and grow as a person. Plus, who doesn’t love Mango Lassi?
It was a long awaited dream, but I battled against the odds and strove through the hardship and finally, after weeks of labor it became a reality. I. Made. Sushi.
Not saying that it all went well, or that the sushi tasted exactly as I would have liked it by the end. But hey, we’re not splitting grains of rice here. I had (most of) the necessary ingredients, and put those ingredients (in more or less the appropriate quantities) into the sushi. I coincidentally learned the difference between (the asked for) teaspoon and the (misread) tablespoon, and how big a difference this makes when concerning salt.
I didn’t do it all alone of course. I had help from the video above, which not only gave me a history lesson of how sushi and its fast food counterpart Nigiri came about, but also important tips on how to prepare the sushi. All in all it was a fantastic experience, and one that I hope to repeat and improve upon in the future. I may also invest in a sharper knife, because at some point it’s no longer cutting if the blade has to smash through the sushi roll.
What a wonderful weekend it has been! Midway through Saturday that I was forced to ask myself: Why am I wearing pants? Now, before you instantly judge me for such a question, you need to understand how warm it was. After a few weeks of sub-40s weather, the sudden wave of 60’s was glorious, and jeans were just too much to handle.
While I did remain fully clothed throughout the weekend, I did opt for shorts and a short sleeve shirt on numerous occasions. A number of people were caught in the heat with sweaters, jackets, and pants, unable to fathom such an irregularly warm November.
While the rest of this week doesn’t bode well, at least there’s still today to appreciate it. EXCEPT THAT I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO!!! Ahem, sorry about that. Suffice it to say that a 70 degree day isn’t quite as nice when separated from it by a window and air conditioning, in November of all months.
Three to four percent of the US population has passports. It’s stats like these that remind me how lucky I was to have the experience to study abroad. I’m reminded of all of this as I sit in the Pharmacy Building as part of the panel of past study abroad students. I am here in order to answer questions and offer advice to students who are studying abroad next semester. All this has really done is remind me how envious I am of 2011 Andrew!
This time a year ago I was scrambling to get in my info and prepare myself for my trip to Italy. I remember coming to this exact room and feeding off of all the words of panel members who had already experienced their time abroad. As a student I imagined what wonders I would be experiencing soon. Now as a panel member, I find myself reminiscing on the awesome experiences I ended up having.
It’s also a nice chance to give back to a program that did so much for me. It wasn’t my own force of will that got me to Italy (as much as I wish that were the case). The incredibly well coordinated efforts of the Center for Global Education were the real driving force behind my travels, with a special thanks to Sarah Barnes.
To end this post, I’ll leave you with a video that nicely encapsulates the excitement of the international community.