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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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Cars and cones

I am from Richmond, Virginia, out of state, and without transportation of the automobile variety. Actually, Butler University permits all students–including freshmen–to have a car on campus.  Steph made a great video about her favorite parking space a while back. For more information on Butler’s car and parking policies, visit these links links links!

This discussion of cars provides the perfect segue to tell you about my recent driving experience. I don’t have a car on campus, so I don’t get a chance to practice driving in all that lovely, lovely, terrible snow. Hence, the few inches of snow still in the driveway to my hairdresser’s proved to be my downfall.

When one drives over snow, it makes a horrid squelching sound. Well, it turns out that driving over a plastic traffic cone while backing a bit too sharply out of the driveway makes that same sound, which I naturally assumed to be more snow squelches. Thanks to multiple hills going every which way, an exceedingly narrow and slightly icy road with a drop on the other side, and bumpy snow in the driveway, I turned too sharply, went over the cone resting at the side of the driveway and didn’t notice when it became caught under my car.

Recessed Reflective Traffic Cone - 18"H

The two women who pulled up next to me at the next red light (after I drove out of the winding neighborhood and onto a main, 45 mph speed limit road) did notice, however, and after I rolled down my window, they said, “Do you know there’s a cone caught under your car?”

“No,” I said. Beat. Ardently: “Thank you.” I decided that instead of following my dad through the red light to the car repair place, I would take a quick right turn onto another neighborhood road. I stopped the car, got out, examined the evidence.

There is was, like a bright beacon of shame, a taunting face peering back at me from out of the dark, a lurid outline where none should have been, an orange-rimmed black square bottom of a traffic cone wedged behind the back right wheel, look at me, the friction and the embarrassment, a warning, a signal to the world, I cannot aim my vehicle and furthermore I do not notice when plastic drags under my car at relatively high velocities.

I couldn’t get it out. Also, I was parked in front of a house with excessive Christmas decorations that, in the light of a day several days past the holiday, seemed oppressive and, in my agitated state, almost menacing. I called my father and explained that no, I was not behind him on the way to the car repair place. He told me he pulled over and I should meet him.

When I merged onto the road on which my dad was stopped, the man who was on the ramp behind me merged one lane farther over. As he passed me, he made frantic gestures at me through the windows. “I know!” I tried to mouth at him through the glass while keeping an eye on the road. It is possible I gave him a thumbs up.

I saw my dad pulled over, hazard lights flashing at me like a lighthouse’s promise of safety. To make a story is middling length even shorter, he worked it out from under my car, it was not permanently damaged, and my pride recovered eventually.

This is a montage

The last few weeks of my life at Butler University, in picture form:

Photo Booth proof of my first independently completed Rubik’s cube. Useless talent? I don’t know. It was pretty entertaining, and I think I’ve upped my nerd score a solid A2 points.*

Here we see the promising beginning of cinnamon-raisin bread.

Now you see what happened when I decided it would be a good idea to put raisins on the outside of the loaf as well. Alien bread. A quick swipe of the hand knocked the raisins off–thank goodness since they looked ridiculous and tasted disgusting. (They had burnt in the oven. Burned raisins are not good.)

The end result turned out okay, though.

To the left is a very sparkly piece of green tulle, pictured here in its natural habitat in the Butler Dance Department’s costume shop. Members of Sigma Rho Delta are required to volunteer in the costume shop, and I actually enjoy it. Once you get into the groove of sewing or ripping or ironing (or whatever), it’s sort of peaceful. I gathered a million billion yards of this green tulle, which left sparkles everywhere. Everywhere. I accidently scraped the fabric against the back of a cloth-backed chair and left a smear of sparkles: It looked like the scene of a crime. Sparkle-guts.

We also recently received the news that Butler University president Bobby Fong is leaving at the end of this year to take over the presidency of Ursinus College. We’ll be sad to see him go!

So there are a few random things I’ve done/seen/heard in the last week or two. There are more, I’m sure, but my mind has gone blank and it’s about time to take my laundry out of the washer.

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*Still confused about A2?