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About Me:

My name is Olivia and I am a senior at Butler University. I spend most of my time in Lilly Hall as a BFA Dance Performance major. When not in rehearsal or ballet class, I write papers for my English Literature second major. In my super-abundant, never-lacking, this-is-highly-sarcastic spare time, I attempt to cook in my apartment kitchen, watch Youtube videos of ballet, knit sweaters that never seem to come to an end, and read books both silly and serious. If I could take any class at Butler just for kicks, I'd go for DiffyQ.

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Dorm Room 3.2

My third dorm room at Butler, part two. Dorm Room 3.2. The tour continues.

In the corner next to the bed corner (confused? catch up) (you can just see the edge of my bedside table to the lower left in this picture) is the homework station. The chair, little rolling, two-drawer unit, and the desk all come with the room. I think this set of drawers is listed as a bedside table, but a lot of people put them under their desks. I have my printer on it and my clothes hamper behind it.

I feel incredibly studious this year, using a white board. I don’t normally do homework on it, but I write lists and things on it instead of using scraps of paper, which is what I did last year. This system works much better, unless I have Rubik’s Cube algorithms up there as I try to memorize them.

By the way. I can completely and totally solve the Rubik’s cube now. I am the champion.

To the right of the desk corner is an empty corner (hidden by the open closet door in the above picture) and the closet. The closets at the Village aren’t as large as Schwitzer or ResCo, but I still get everything in there. I got a wire rack to provide some shelves lower down, since I have to pull out my stool even to begin to reach the top shelf in the closet.

I found the best storage system: Bags go on a wire over-the-door hook thing on the outside of the closet door. Shoes go in the shoe organizers on the inside of the closet door. Tights and leotards go in the compartments of the hanging shoe organizer. This is a perfect system. I highly recommend all dancers replicate it. I save a lot of drawer space, and I can see all the leotards I have.

Thus ends this tour of my Apartment Village dorm room.

Rooms near and far

Butler Ballet's The NutcrackerI’m home sweet home, and it’s definitely a weird feeling, since I haven’t been in Virginia or seen my family since August. Also, people cook food for me. Bizarre. I have much more time now to blog, so I thought I’d tackle some less-timely topics before Nutcracker madness decends.

Oh yes. Opening night for The Nutcracker is Thursday, Dec 2 at Clowes Memorial Hall right on the campus. You can’t pass up family holiday tradition, now, can you?

On to the post: My dorm room in the Apartment Village. Butler students are required to live on campus their freshman, sophomore, and junior years. Freshman year I lived in Schwitzer, sophomore year saw me in ResCo, and now I am in the Apartment Village. I really enjoy the Village. We are going to live in the same apartment next year, I believe.

I’ve given you a virtual tour of the kitchen, so here is my bedroom. The room is small, but it is a single, and much as I’ve loved my previous roommates, I definitely enjoy having my own room again.

Here is the entrance to my dorm room. The door leads into the hallway that opens into the living room and kitchen areas. At the end of my bed is the three-drawer unit that comes with the room–it just manages to fit in the space between the end of my bed and the wall by the door! I have a wire rack to hold my pointe shoes, bike seat, balls of yarn, and other things (it’s currently much messier than it was when I took the picture). This is also the home of all my jewelry and some of my clothes.

The bed you see comes with the room, and you can adjust the height of the frame. I have mine middling low, and I still have loads of room for storage.

The bed frame and mattress come with the apartment, but the bedside table is my own, as is the lamp. I stuck an over-the-door hook that wouldn’t fit over the door on the end of the bed and was hanging bags there for a while, but now I’m not sure where it’s gone. Maybe it fell under the bed. Hmmm, a mystery.

My bed is right next to the window, which means it can get a little chilly at night. Each apartment has climate control, so that is easily remedied. In Schwitzer, one gets no say in the temperature. In ResCo, there’s one controller for every three rooms or something like that. (Last year, the thermostat was in our room. Bahaha…) Now each apartment has control over the heating and cooling.

Also, the Village has blinds in every window that look quite nice. The Village was built recently, so everything is still in great condition.

To be continued…

Pictures of birthdays past

Or “birthday” past, to be precise. I gave my camera to a friend last night so he could continue to terrorize everyone with threats of pictures. (His camera had run out of battery.) When I was flipping through the photos he took this morning–most of them extremely awkward–I found these:

Eat me...

Aren't they beautiful?

Yes. This is indeed as it appears to be. Evidence that my troublesome roommate is still up to her old tricks.

For my birthday (way back in September–see how old these photos are?), she made me almond cupcakes with salted buttercream icing garnished with heart-shaped strawberry slices. That’s right. She cut strawberries into hearts. I was powerless to resist.

Choose your roommates wisely.

  1. Choose your roommates wisely. Hooray skilled bakers!
  2. Having a kitchen rocks. Hooray Apartment Village!

Kitchen tour, part II, and some physics

The kitchen tour continues! I am sorry my last post was so short, but I had to run to a physics study party. Guess what? I HELPED SOMEONE! I, the dance BFA, English lit major, helped someone. Thrilling.

On to the kitchen… Here you can see the counter with four swivel stools. This way, students do not need to buy a kitchen table or anything. This is a very good thing, since storage is a pain, and tables that won’t collapse and look decent are expensive.

In this picture, you can also see the toaster and coffeepot, which do not come with the apartment. When you get to be a junior, you will have to buy these yourself. The homework on the counter with the apple and the cell phone is mine and was terribly unfinished when I took the picture.

Over Labor Day weekend, I had some free time. It was crazy. I decided to seize the opportunity and make cinnamon-sugar bread and cheese bread. I’d folded herbs, cinnamon, and chocolate into bread before, but never cheese. The result? Beautiful.

That was gone very quickly, let me tell you.

Kitchen tour, part I

You might have noticed that I’m obsessed with my first kitchen and my first non-meal plan semester. I’m sure I’ll miss the days of ready-cooked meals when I get really busy with Nutcracker, but for now, it’s great.

The Apartment Village comes with a fairly large kitchen. Here’s the official tour:

Awkward angle to photograph

Here’s the door to the pantry next to the front door. We have a storage cart we use to hold our tea, communal baking/cooking items, vegetables, and my troublesome roommate‘s stand mixer. Then there’s the awesome chair I found at an antique store holding our fruit.

The heart of the home

Moving to the right, you can see the refrigerator, microwave, and stove. The teakettle on the stove is a replacement for the red one I bought last year and dropped during move-in. I broke so many things in those few days. So clumsy.

The kitchen tour will continue…


I am so lucky to have the roommates I have. They’re packin’ some serious awesome. (Ha, that sounds like something from the Green brothers.) I do have problems with one roommate sometimes. We’re working it out, but I really need to vent right now.

She force-feeds me cupcakes.

Homemade almond cupcakes with homemade salted carmel buttercream icing made from homemade carmel! Horrid. Simply, unspeakably horrid.

*sinister music*

I know. And I’ve talked to her about how it makes me feel when she bakes all these cupcakes and forces us to be her taste-testers. How would she feel? Really? It only gets worse when she throws strawberry cupcakes, orange-iced chocolate cupcakes, and an airbrushed cake for Talk Like a Pirate Day into the mix.

I suppose these are just the things I’ll have to deal with now that I’m off a meal plan, living in my own kitchen.

Like I said, we’re working on it.

Look at that devious face.

How to fix a bike; or, The kindness of Butler fans

Use a hammer and some pliers and bang on it pathetically until the sprocket evens out enough to slip the chain back on.

Alternately, one could do the above near a bike rack in the Apartment Village during the Butler football game. (If the Apartment Village were any closer to the Butler Bowl, they’d be playing football in the kitchens.) One student had his family with him, and the father was cooking hot dogs on a portable grill (so cool–I’ll get a George Foreman or something like this one day). He immediately offered to help.

“Oh, thank you,” I said, “but if you just tell me what to do, I can do it.” I held up my hands: They were covered with grease stains.

“No, no,” he said. Whereupon he flipped the bike over, told his son to run into the apartment to get paper towels, and stretched his hand out for the hammer. Bless him.

When we were done straightening the sprocket and coaxing the chain back through all the various loops, I took it for an experimental lap around the Apartment Village. The Butler student, his mother, and his father were eating hot dogs and watching the Butler Bowl action from the grassy area near the bike rack when I returned. I gave a triumphant thumbs-up and thanked the family profusely.

“No problem,” the father said. “Would you like a hot dog?”

No, but thank you. Butler bulldogs. They never let  you down.