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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.)