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.
Yikes, this title is like the first second day post at the beginning of the semester.
It’s Monday, and I’m back at Butler after the busiest spring break I have known. I had a wonderful time, but I also didn’t sleep in past 8 o’clock at any point during my break.
- Sunday: Up early for church before the BalletMet audition
- Monday: Up waaaay early to catch a plane to Tulsa
- Tuesday: Up early to prepare for a company class with Tulsa Ballet
- Wednesday: Up waaaaaaaaaaay early to go to the airport. I was supposed to fly in to Richmond at midnight, but my flight was cancelled, so I had to stay overnight in a hotel near O’Hare. But I bought $10 worth of soft pretzels with the meal voucher the airline gave me… and got to visit my boyfriend for an hour or so, since he’s near Chicago.
- Thursday: Up early for a breakfast date.
- Friday: Up early for a coffee date.
- Saturday: Up early to get a plane back to Butler.
- Sunday: SLEEP IN TO 8:15!!! (before an audition in Cincinnati)
Now school has started, I can sleep in. Maybe…
So the last part of the last semester. Off with a boom and a bang, we are. Rehearsals, papers, HUGE papers, mini papers, ice cream dates, warm weather, picking up caps and gowns… Everything’s rushing in toward the close.
Also, I have a new phone and can do fancy things like send myself pictures of my sister's guinea pig.
Quick update on last week, with another, better post maybe to follow: Last week was production week. We had to help load in at the theater, then ran the ballet on Monday. I dropped the paper on which I was writing notes for a dance professor under the bleachers and had to finangle my way under them to retrieve the sheet. Embarrassing.
We ran the ballet on Tuesday in the studio, then went to the theater for spacing. Wednesday was a tech run on stage, dinner, then another full run onstage with the orchestra. Thursday was full dress rehearsal. Friday, we had classes off (except choreography and academics)… and opening night!
Aurora's tutu, photo by the extremely talented Anna. Visit her photography site at http://annadarla.blogspot.com. Or else.
My dress rehearsal went really well, and the shows felt good too. I mean, there were the wobbles. There are always little things to be improved. I decided with a good friend that if we were ever perfect, there would be no reason to try again; without something to strive for, there would only be a disappointing fall in quality. Human imperfection makes the act of art-making meaningful.
And in the last show, the four of us fairies in the Prologue finally all turned at the same time. Better late than never? My family came to town as well, and there were lots of introductions all around. I can’t wait to go home in less than a week! Just three more papers… which I will now continue writing.
This is supposed to be an artsily-cropped picture of meeting friends and family after the show.
To be continued/supplemented? We’ll see. Good luck to all working on finals, and good luck to all graduating seniors, in high school or in college. Next year that will be me.