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Hey everyone, I am Cathryn. I am going into my 5th year of pharmacy at Butler University. I am also working toward a minor in Science, Technology & Society! In my spare time, I enjoy hanging out with friends and writing. I've been working on NaNoWriMo and am hoping to be published at some point in the near future as well. Most of the time you can catch me studying in the library or browsing the Internet. Oh, and did I mention that I got married last summer?

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College So Far: An Epic Tale, Part I

Listen, I have a lot of things going on, but I thought right now would be a good time to break it down for you and tell you about my experiences here at Butler. Year by year. This is going to require a lot of digging on Facebook to find the proper pictures.


Move-in day!!

My shirt does, in fact, say TEAM AWESOME. This is the first day I met my roomies!! Move-in was crazy, and it was hot, and our room was very crowded and awkward because we set up the beds to be three in a row. No one manned up to take a bunk. Ashley eventually did, though. So here’s a picture of our dorm, circa December in Schwitzer Hall!

My side of our redesigned room!

We probably had the coolest dorm in the Lower Level. Let’s not lie.

Let’s discuss the classes I took as a pre-pharmacy freshman.


Calculus: Didn’t jive so well with the teacher and withdrew sometime in September after the first test. Happens.

General Chemistry: With Dr. Kirsch, still one of my favorites! He’s so funny. I think his teaching style was also the reason I did so well in that class.

PX100: I’m not sure if the pharmacy program still does it this way, but this was an “intro to pharmacy” class I took once a week that required a job shadow and a bunch of videos and reflection papers.

Music: A Living Language: I thought this class was sort of a joke, but only because I had played in my high school band for seven years and I had a pretty good appreciation for music. It was easy and we got to watch movies, and I saw a young Yo-Yo Ma!

Man, I really slacked fall semester once I dropped calculus. In my defense, chemistry was 5 days a week plus a lab. So there.


Calculus: Second time’s a charm? I got a great prof who was really good at teaching us math, and I did decently in the class. YAY!

GenChem 2: Same gen chem. Different course title. Still with Dr. Kirsch and it was fun! I think this was the semester he told us about alcohol metabolism in the liver.

Cell Biology: This was our pharmacy biology requirement, or at least it was when I was a freshman. I liked it because it was very specific for things we needed to know, like the in-depth ways ATP is made and how DNA is synthesized. Very useful for microbio and clinical biochemistry later!

Intro to Psychology: SO. FUN. I actually learned a lot of things about eyes and brains and neurons and sleep that came in handy for down the road. I would highly recommend taking psych for this division requirement for any pre-health people. :) We watched a lot of videos and I always thought my prof looked like Severus Snape. In a good way.


I joined Butler’s Shotokan Karate Club! It was a really awesome experience, especially with my background and interest in Japanese culture. Shotokan is a national league of karate-ness (I should be their spokesperson) that is raw, un-Americanized karate! I got to punch the air and yell in Hinkle’s west gym. That was practice every other day. Awesome.

While freshman year was awkward in many, MANY ways, Kass and Ashley and I had a lot of fun navigating college and figuring out that 8 AM classes are to be avoided at all costs, no matter how early we had gotten up in high school.

Ongoing struggles with the weather

I woke up around 9:15 AM today to tornado sirens. I decided that, since it wasn’t raining yet, it would be okay to go back to sleep.

My roommates were up already and turning on the news and discussing tornadoes and the like, so about ten minutes later, I got up, since the sirens had actually turned on again. Within five minutes, we were informed that a long chain of storms ranging from the north pole to the south pole were about to tear through the earth, creating a chasm from the earth’s crust to its core. Winds would pick up Hinkle Fieldhouse and drop it into the Atlantic ocean. The storm was also touted to be capable of flooding the world ten times over, leaving us muddy and adrift until the End of Days.

We have a third floor apartment. I decided that the moment the power went out, we should probably go to the first floor or book it to the Dawg House laundry room, which is nestled in a hillside and fortified with concrete.

The Tornado Warning was issued and would last until 10:15 AM. It was time.

By now, Facebook was in an uproar about students being relocated to Jordan Hall’s basement and other various lower levels of the class buildings. Blue 2 was able to shepherd everyone to safety.

Sometime between 9:45 and 10, the red blotchy storm on the Storm Tracker landed right on top of Butler University. The power was still on, the sky was the color of a light overcast, but the wind and rain were really intense. For about five minutes.

Feeling like the rug had been pulled out from under me, I looked back at the TV. First of all, our power was still on. That is not the mark of a good storm. The weather radar showed the storm progressing past Indianapolis. Apparently, Armageddon Storm 2010 was not to be. At least, not on the Butler Bowl.

My friends back in Cincinnati had more exciting stories to tell. Apparently the skies down there were black, and a telephone pole caught on fire. Sigh. So much for an exciting Tuesday here.

Shameless Self Promotion

Kass, Ashley, and myself have submitted a video to Butler’s My Favorite Place contest.

Watch the video! Then I’m going to tell you a story that would otherwise be a spoiler.

Okay. Did you watch it? QUIZ TIME: What was the song we used?

All right. The story. I think it was toward the end of freshman year that the three of us were presented with the challenge of solidifying our housing plans for sophomore year. This required finding the Office of Residential Life, which is on the third floor of Atherton Union. As freshman, we didn’t really know that there was a third floor of Atherton Union. Cautiously, we ventured up the spiraling staircase, the walls of which showcased the faces of Class Presidents past.

The moment we reach the first floor, we turn into a hallway of offices. It’s very easy to miss, but just as you enter the hallway from the staircase, there’s a wood-framed doorway leading into what looks like a closet. There’s a glass panel in the door, but the tiny “closet” is dark.

Despite there being only wires left, we instantly knew it was a phone booth. And then, we tried to cram all three of us inside. (We failed.) Since that fateful afternoon, we’ve paid the phone booth many a visit. It was even a key location in the great Indy Mob Job of ’09.

This is the Ashley birthday where we pretended we were 1920s gangsters.

So that’s that. We’ve been intrigued by the Atherton Union phone booth since our first year here, and it seemed only fitting to share its presence with the rest of the world.

PS – vote for us? :D

Edit: We now have text wrapping powers? HOLY GUACAMOLE, BATMAN!!

Awkward Times at BU

I once high-fived a professor who was holding his hand up in greeting. Not for a high five. But it looked like one, and any sensible 18 year-old would respond to a gesture like that with a high five.  Natural.

The other day, I was driving and I stopped at the crosswalk between ResCo and Ross Hall. A blond boy was crossing holding a white vuvuzela. I rolled my window down after he crossed and yelled, “Play your vuvuzela!!” My roommates watched for his reaction, which was a mixture of surprise and hurt all at once. The poor kid thought I was making fun of him. Truth is, I love me a vuvuzela.

Two days ago, while studying, I was wearing my pineapple sleep shorts. These are my lucky study shorts. There was a knock on the door, likely from our friend across the hall, and I didn’t answer it because I lacked decent pants. He might read this. I apologize.

Last week, I got out of my last exam for this cluster period, Principles of Drug Action I. I could have sworn I saw Andre, a fellow blogger, coming toward me in Jordan Hall. I made eye contact, and I started to smile, and the guy just kept walking. Andre, was that you?!

My roommates and I often sit in our bay window in the Apartment Village and stare down at the Butler Bowl, where frequent merriment is had by students and community members alike. What we have seen cannot be unseen. Romances have blossomed, words have been exchanged, wedgies have been picked, and generally, we have been witnesses to many animated conversations that probably should have taken place [i]inside[/i]. We should stick to watching men’s soccer.

Those are just a few of the cringe-worthy stories I have experienced in my almost four years here. I thought I would share, letting everyone know that I’m not as cool as you might think. (Joke.)

Here is the famous Butler Blue II, our live mascot, asleep last night. This is how I felt this Monday morning. Sigh.

Edit: Another awkward thing I do is use HTML tags when I type. I’m used to it. Our blogging system is above using HTML tags and will leave them instead of making words italicized like I want! So if you see “[i]” tags, I’m just being a fool.