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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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Butler Commencement

So we graduated. The day was perfect — not the sweltering weather I’d been expecting, virtue of the example set by my high school graduation. We arrived in the West Gym in Hinkle Fieldhouse promptly at 9 am. I chased after various people to fix my graduation card, since they left off my honors in both my majors, though I have finished all the requirements except my French class for a core requirement… Oh well, I’ve been confused about my degree plan for semesters; why should it stop at Commencement?

So we processed, we listened to soulful speeches, and we sat for over an hour waiting for the JCFA, the sixth college, to be called. I played “I Spy” with a friend next to me. I clapped after my friends’ names; I smiled as my roommates passed by. Then it was my turn to stand and wind my slow way down the aisle, to mount the stage, to hear my name called, to receive my diploma cover and to shake President Danko’s hand, to run along the back hall of Hinkle in an attempt to get back to our seats before the ceremony finished. And we all clapped and processed (very slowly) out of the Fieldhouse onto the sunny, crowded sidewalks to take a class picture and find our families.

I said “diploma cover,” not “diploma.” Yeah, that last French class means I got a blank diploma until my real graduation in August. Whoops.

It feels surreal, like I haven’t actually graduated (well, I haven’t), like I’m not done with school yet (well, I just spent two hours on my French homework), like I’m still returning to Butler in the fall (well, I’m visiting during the summer)… I still feel like a Butler Bulldog.

I guess I always will be.

Basketball Watching Champs

It was the first really cold night of the year on Butler’s campus, and I wished I had another scarf. The snow was pretty though, falling in great soft and silent clumps. I had time to admire their patterns against the night while I waited to get into Hinkle Fieldhouse for the men’s basketball game against Cleveland State.

My friend and I are basketball watching champs.

We got popcorn and a soft pretzel, then found a spot in the nosebleeds to watch the Bulldogs in Hinkle Fieldhouse. We watched the little kids do those super random games during time-outs. We watched the cheerleaders flip their hair around. We listened to the band, which was, I must say, quite swingin’. We cheered and kept track of how many shots Butler made.

For some reason, we thought we were leaving at half time, since neither of us had gotten dinner. There were an awful lot of people streaming down the ramps for halftime, and there were bunches in the parking lot.

“Look,” I said, nudging my companion in the ribs. “All the families with kids are going home early too.”

Back in the Apartment Village, with dinner on the stove, I tried to find the game on TV. I so rarely watch TV, I had to look up the channel online after failing to see it when flipping through. Turns out it’s on channel 13. Turns out the TV I was using did not have channel 13.

On the ESPN webpage, I found a play by play account of the game. Hmm, if I can’t find the game on TV, I can follow it online to see how it ends…

It was only after I looked at the words a few times that the full meaning sunk in. “2nd Half Play By Play.” Second half. As in, there are only two halves in a game. As in, these weren’t quarters of 20 minutes. As in, I didn’t leave at halftime. I saw the whole game. That was the whole game.

Boy, I felt like an idiot. Also, that means we lost. Although the last 30 seconds or so saw three 3-pointers from Butler, which was terribly exciting. As my friend says, “Butler is a drama queen.”

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(Also, I keep typing “basketballet” because I’m used to writing “ballet.” Faaail.)

Blue II, awesome mascot

One of the other advantages of the Butler basketball media machine? Billions of stories about Blue II, Butler’s English bulldog mascot!

Everyone loves Blue.

Since the Final Four and Championship games were in Indianapolis last year (and here I would link to my old blog posts about last year’s championship festivities if the new technology hadn’t eaten my archives…. grrrr…), I saw Blue much more often. Since Blue was in Houston this year, and I was not? No Blue sightings. Well, unless you count the photos someone stuck in the skywalk between Jordan and Gallahue hall:

Houston, we don't have a problem.

Still, I like the real Blue better.

Blue is quite the popular bulldog. If you don’t follow his Twitter, you are missing out on some cute pictures. For a while, my mother changed the desktop picture on the family computer whenever Blue’s owners posted a new picture. The desktop background changed at least once a day.

Blue’s travels to Houston created a whole new host of photo ops. I particularly enjoyed the airport sequence:

(These are not my photos, obviously. Blue has his own Flickr photostream.)

Seriously, though. Talk about celebrity. This dog also has a Facebook page, blog, Youtube channel, and even a live webcam! And more fans than Justin Bieber. [I originally misspelled that as “Beiber” and had to check to see which was correct. Don’t worry. I’m still sane.]


Let’s not mince words. Last night was painful. There are millions of articles to tell you that. All these articles also talk about the upstanding character of the Butler Bulldogs. Thanks for all the good times, guys. We are so, so proud of you.

Teamwork, passion, fortitude. Butler’s basketball team treated the campus to a few solid weeks of unifying spirit and fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Of course we’ve won.

(The last two pictures are my friend’s. Anna is an amazing photographer-dancer-anthropology student. Check out her photo blog!)

Pep Rally on Butler's campus

Celebrating with the bulldog statue


Star player

So many sweet moments to balance the bitter ones

My friend Anna's picture. My pompom.

My friend Anna's picture. Freshmen dance majors.

Butler championship game, the sequel

If you are confused about the title, please fix that: Butler is going back to the Championship!

Facebook statuses that say it all:


“And it’s gonna be a DAWGFIGHT!”

“I can has national championship game prease??” (Response: “The bulldogs don’t need any herp frying to da championship game!!”


“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOIN TO THE DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO YEARS IN A ROW BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU A BULLDOG??? HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Yummy roast ram…Go Butler!!!”

“this is kind of a familiar feeling– BUTLER AT THE SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


As you can see, we are fairly stoked to return to the Championship game for the second year in the row. Go dawgs!

(Good job Rams. I’m from Richmond; I’m proud of you… But the bulldogs have my heart.)


Game day

It’s Saturday: Butler vs VCU is this afternoon for the Final Four game. I have Butler Ballet rehearsal in an hour or so, but I’ll be done in time to watch the game in Hinkle Fieldhouse.


Words aren’t working for me today. Pictures instead:

Sweet victory over the Gators last weekend.

Star Fountain dyed blue for the occasion.

Going to the Final Four!

The bookstore is so popular, they've put up signs with directions around the campus.

Yet another picture with the bulldog statue.

Go Dawgs!

The VCU Problem

So Butler is playing Virginia Commonwealth University this Friday… The problem? Both my parents attended VCU. I live in Richmond. Let’s say my family’s a little conflicted right now. I, however, have no qualms whatsoever about cheering only, solely, and wholeheartedly for the bulldogs.

Example of Butler school spirit, advising appointment, 9 am:

Me: I can take a summer class to finish off my English major.

Advisor: Where are you taking it?

Me: VCU has a three week session between the end of BSI and the beginning of Butler’s fall semester. [Note: Actually, this fell through, but I should be doing other interesting things to finish off my major instead.]

Advisor: Oh, you really want to take classes there? VCU? We’re playing them.


Me (thinking to self): I wonder if the credits would transfer if we lost…. I wonder if VCU will accept me after we win.

Oh, conflict. But me, I’m bulldogs all the way! GO BU!

We’re back again

Last night was epic. I may not have been waiting in Broad Ripple for hours before the game. I might not have trekked across campus to watch the game in the Reilly Room in Atherton Union with other students on campus. (I heard it was packed, and there was free pizza.) Yes, I might have been in my pajamas to watch the game, since it started at 10 pm and did not finish until after midnight.

Still, epic epicness on an epic level.

My roommate kept flicking through the channels, so not only did we get to see Butler’s men’s basketball team pull through again (this time with a lead of 20 points in places!), but we also got to witness Arizona trouncing Duke. Revenge is sweet. I hope victory will be sweeter.


A different kind of bracket

Facebook. It’s not just good for dropping friends quick notes, wasting inordinate amounts of time looking at pictures, and breaking all the common sense rules pertaining to privacy.

A few different friends on Facebook have been bandying a certain link around.

I don’t actually know enough about basketball to make my own bracket. (I feel it would contain the outcomes of me pointing to a list with my eyes closed, or ordering the colleges alphabetically, or something.) However, this bracket uses a method just as unorthodox. Inside Higher Ed judged the teams’ academic performances to determine the outcomes of the matches. Guess who’s on top?

(Except I embedded the picture before the question, so you should not have to guess. Not that it’s not hard to figure out in the first place. Go Dawgs!)

Homecoming 2010

This past week was Butler University’s Homecoming. As an busy, non-Greek, fairly-apathetic-in-the-spirit-department, college student, I did not alter my normal routine too drastically, but I still enjoyed the atmosphere on campus. Living so close to the Butler Bowl, I got to watch as the parking lot was cleared, the blue tents for tailgates went up, the trees sported blue ribbons… then BAM! It was Saturday morning, and I was trying to bike to rehearsal for Butler Ballet’s The Nutcracker (come see! come see!)–through the Bulldog beauty contest. I walked my bike through that crowd: I was too afraid I was going to get tangled in a leash and injure a canine contestant.

Other events during the week: Yell Like Hell, tailgating, Greek lawn decorations, Homecoming parade, various alumni receptions… The list goes on. I myself just went to the game.


This afternoon after rehearsal, I changed out of my dance things, had a couple hot dogs with a friend, and went out to the Butler Bowl. Neither of us really knew much about football, but sitting in the crowd with all the other students, wincing as one or another player went down under a crush of bodies, was fun. Ain’t modern society the strangest? I suppose this is more ethical than, say, medieval bear-baiting, so perhaps that last sentence was not entirely accurate. Regardless.


Army of loyal fans

The halftime show

Just before we lost the football game...

It was a great afternoon, made even better by the fact that it’s near the end of October and still warm enough for short sleeves.