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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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Posts Tagged “Holcomb Garden”

Fulfilling the promise

Fulfilling the promise I made in my last post

Moving adventures: So I haven’t checked out of my Apartment Village apartment yet. I have until May 31, and I’m taking my sweet time about cleaning everything up before check out. Meanwhile, I’ve finished moving in University Terrace, minus the cleaning things still in AV.

This means my Butler ID remains keyed for AV. This means I could not open the door to UT on Sunday afternoon when I checked in. This means when I tried to move in Monday morning with a carload full of bookshelves and clothes, the door still refused to open.

So my boyfriend and I (he was helping me move in since I don’t have a car) went to Jimmy John’s in Broad Ripple for lunch. We ended up getting a free soda, because whenever we go out to eat, people give us food. It’s our special talent.

When we returned from lunch, still with a car full of stuff and stuff and stuff, there was nary a soul in sight. Door locked. Despair. We walked a lap around the building. As we prepared to leave, I spied a maintenance worker–who let us into the building.

So I was able to read the number of the UT staff on duty posted inside the lobby. So I called for aid. Apparently my ID, keyed to open AV, won’t work in UT until I’m checked out. So I got a special little gray object to put on my key ring so I can open the UT door. So, after much tribulation, I moved in. (And I kept moving in with my roommate all Tuesday morning as well.)

BSI dinner: Monday evening marked the first official BSI meeting. All participants met for a dinner of Qdoba in the Holcomb Garden‘s Garden House. We did the name thing–over and over. To tell the truth, I’m glad we are spending so much energy learning each other’s names, since I have a very poor memory when it comes to matching names and faces.

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Running barefoot through a storm adventures: Halfway through the BSI dinner, the storm began. I had no idea Indiana was so stormy in the summer. Apparently it’s a Midwest thing. Silly Midwest.

Getting back to UT in the rain without getting wet? Impossible. Getting back to UT without completely wrecking my new shoes? Possible. We had to cut through Holcomb Gardens–no pathways. All grass. All rain. All mud.

I took my shoes off and leapt with a yodel over a bed of mulch. I squished my way through the Garden… and sunk in the mire of mud next to the road. Dark gunk spurted up between my toes. I wavered, then decided I might as well enjoy the freedom. “Mud!” I squished my way back home.

Taking my shoes off in the rain made me feel quite rebellious. I suppose that’s my cue to recognize the lack of daring in my life. Well, we arrive places piecemeal. Words of wisdom for the week.