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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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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.

YAY!

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!

A break from February

Last Thursday, I wore three pairs of pants. Butler’s campus remained mostly covered in ice and snow, and the weather website listed the recorded low as negative 8 degrees. Fahrenheit.

One week later and students are walking around in shorts. I didn’t go quite that far–I still had a scarf and coat–but it was wonderful to ride my bike again. I don’t understand the Midwest. We were all:

And now it’s springtime!? What happens next week? (Besides the Dance Department’s Midwinter Dance Festival, of course.) Sometimes I miss the East Coast.

Right, I promise my next post will not be about the weather or food. I’m been quite busy lately and have loads to tell you.

The Butler icicle

As Andre and Steph have blogged about already, the Butler campus has  been coated with ice. Yesterday we got the news that classes were canceled today, and around three o’clock today my cell phone rang–no classes tomorrow!

The above picture doesn’t look overly impressive, but that’s mostly solid ice. Last night came the freezing rain, and it precipitated intermittently throughout the day. Tonight it is supposed to snow. Even Chicago public schools are having a snow day tomorrow. My goodness.

All this extreme weather does have me worried, however. There were the Australian floods and the soon-to-be Australian cyclone Yasi. There were Brazilian landslides and mudslides. And now this.

Nevertheless, today was fairly productive. I finished a novel for my Literature of the American Renaissance class. I wrote a short, short response to it. I edited a two page response to a poem for my Romanticism class. And I worked on my Butler Summer Institute proposal for almost four hours straight.

Afterwards, I hung out with a friend and watched Doctor Who. It was a good day, if a bit miserable outside. If you are in the Midwest, bundle up!

Scarves over noses + hats over ears = warm + looking a bit odd.

Up in smoke

I don’t smoke and doubt I ever will. Personally, I think it’s rather icky, and I can’t stand the smell. However, I never really notice too many students smoking on Butler’s campus, which is why the email we received a few days ago was pleasant but unexpected.

Once I had read the email, I began to recall conversations concerning the smoking ban discussion that occurred last year. Here’s what’s happening, according to the message from the Dean of the College of Pharmacy and Health Sciences and chair of the Smoke-Free Campus committee, Mary Andritz: “The University has modified its smoking policy to allow smoking exclusively in a small number of designated outdoor areas on campus and prohibit smoking while walking on all campus property. The designated areas are in locations outside of frequently traveled pathways and entrances to buildings.”

What do you think? I approve of the new policy. While I would like to ban smoking simply because I dislike the smell of smoke and the fear the health effects of second-hand smoke, I understand there are numerous issues with enforcement and safety and even civil rights. (Though what of my right to breath smoke-free air?) I think this will be a good compromise to protect the health of both smokers and non-smokers. Thoughts? Praise? Vehement disagreement?

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.

Odd to be on holiday

After a semester of hard work, being on holiday is both odd and exhilarating. I feel like I should be writing papers, perhaps on the third floor of Jordan Hall, in one of my favorite study locations: the anthropology lounge. It’s a room with really cool windows, a microwave, and various tables and chairs. Some call it “the greenhouse.” Admire.

It is especially nice when the sun is out. I have, well not exactly fond memories, but memories nonetheless of writing papers on GraceLand, Romanticism, Translations and Irish identity, Irish dance and Irish identity, and various other topics. I’ve popped in many a time to use the microwave to heat up my lunch. I’ve done physics problems. I’ve worked on my dance department self-evaluation. I have composed music for last year’s Music Theory for Dance class. I’ve even eaten far too much ice cream in the anthro lounge. Good times.

Not to be working on something feels odd–and trust me, I DO have things to work on–but now I’ve started lazing around, I have a feeling it’s going to be veeery hard to stop. Oh well! Classes don’t start for the spring semester until January 18th, so I have a little while, I suppose.

Breaking news!

Excuse the pun… I couldn’t resist. The water main in Holcomb/Gallahue burst (or something equally dramatic) today, and all students had to evacuate the building. The excitement was such that I almost wished I had decided to hang around in the Gallahue physics lounge a bit longer, but I’ve been finished with my physics problem set since Wednesday night’s study tables and I had things to do in the adjoining academic building Jordan.

So I missed the “Everybody out! ” moments. I did, however, take pictures.

This might have been the scene of the crime: It seemed to be the source of all the water. Below, you see all the people standing around and a close up of the gushing torrents of liquid making a waterfall out of the steps between Holcomb and Gallahue.

drip

drop

drip

drop

drip

drop

drip…

puddle.

The next sequence of pictures follows the water down the hill all the way to the old entrance to the pharmacy building. Water, water everywhere indeed.

Between this and the fire alarm, Butler seems to having a lot of maintenance problems. I guess the cold is to blame for issues with heating systems (the source of last night’s smoke in the apartment down the hall) and water pipes. What a debacle. I hope it’s as easy a fix as may be expected.

[UPDATE: This was sent as an email message to all students: "This afternoon, around 2:15 p.m., a water main adjacent to Gallahue Hall and the Holcomb Building broke causing flooding in the lower levels of both buildings and power outages in Gallahue, Holcomb, Robertson and the older portion of the College of Pharmacy and Health Sciences building. We anticipate that all buildings, except Gallahue, will be open tomorrow."]

Prime Real Estate

Butler’s Dance Department performs The Nutcracker annually at Clowes Memorial Hall, which is right next to the fine arts college in Lilly Hall on Butler’s campus.

Last Friday was Nutcracker poster hanging day. Members of Sigma Rho Delta (the dance service fraternity) disperse all around the town to hang Nutcracker posters. I’ve actually only ever been assigned to the campus crew, which means we just hang posters in Butler’s bookstore, Irwin Library, Jordan Hall, and so on.

However, before we compete for best spots on the bulletin boards (the prime real estate), we eat pizza together. This has sort of evolved into a tradition of the older members of Sigma Rho telling stories about the department to the new students. I remember laughing and laughing as a freshman, and now I got to share memorable departmental moments with the pledges who helped out with poster hanging. It’s a fun tradition.

My friend Anna helped during poster hanging as well. And when I say “helped,” I actually mean “took pictures of everything.” With photography skills like hers, the urge seems perfectly natural. She was kind enough to let me use her pictures, so I shall let the rest of post speak for itself.