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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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Why I’m not blogging much/a note on knitting

How, how, how am I already behind after having a full day to catch up? Next week I have all my normal homework due, plus I have to:

  • teach the center of a ballet class in my Teaching Analysis class (requires a lot of prep)
  • workshop the introduction to my BSI paper (which I am completely rewriting — sob! — which means this introduction is currently experiencing existence problems)
  • do a group project in French class (group projects take longer than solo projects, since you have to arrange meeting times, etc)
  • do a research project for my Theory and Philosophy of Dance class. The topic remains completely unspecified, which means this won’t be stressful, but I still have to do it.

Also, I’m going to Kansas City this Saturday to audition for Kansas City Ballet. (Just learned they’re doing A Midsummer Night’s Dream next season! Ah! I love.)

A side note:

I might just have finished this during the Super Bowl:

Better photo to come...

And perhaps will start this (I usually only knitting while traveling, since I can’t concentrate on most homework in airports):

Make Up Your Mind Racerback Tank from Julie Crawford

The Coffee Saga: French Press

Remember my post about starting to like coffee this past summer? This fall, I took over my roommate’s coffee machine precisely the same week she moved on to bigger and better things (i.e. French press). And so I had the means to make coffee myself. I picked out a tin of medium roast coffee at Trader Joe’s with my boyfriend, learned (thankfully not the hard way) that you do indeed need a coffee filter, and took to making my own mochas.

Mocha Recipe:

  • A spoonful of cocoa powder
  • A spoonful of sugar
  • Coffee
  • Milk
  • Hot water if desired
  • Coffeemate, carmel sauce, or chocolate chips to make it fancy

So there I was at Hubbard and Cravens with Boyfriend, finishing exam stuff before the end of the semester. We’d done the tea thing when we first arrived, chai for him and white tangerine for me. Paper writing… Time passed… Coffee smells… (sentence fragments, and not even parallel ones…)

[Side note: If you want to run into a bunch of Butler people, drive/bike/walk to this coffee shop. On this particular day, I saw my roommate and her friend, a former member of the dance faculty, and my English advisor.]

My roommate also loves Hubbard and Cravens and had been raving about the homework-increasing powers of a French press she ordered the day earlier while writing the “What is dance?” Theory and Philosophy paper. I went for it — I ordered a French press. When asked what kind of coffee I wanted, I hemmed and hawed. I was new to coffee-drinking, I told the barista, and I had a medium roast I liked. All their flavors were rather bold, he said. Well, I said, I tried one that was supposed to be “delicate” and didn’t much like it. I loved mochas. Could I have something with chocolate overtones?

Boyfriend ordered a mocha. Smart lad.

When my French press came, it was in a tricked-out Bodum container — at least a Level 5, I decided. The flavor was quite bold, reminiscent of honeysuckle, with the faintest aftertaste of sunshine mingled with the crisp and raw punch of cherries. Basically, it was just sour to my n00b coffee-taste-buds. The French press might have been a Level 5, but I had only recently attained Level 2.

Those sips of mocha which I stole were awfully good. And adding different combinations of cream and sugar to the coffee made for a wonderful diversion from Shakespeare.

This is a super dramatic metaphor about marathons

The three weeks after Thanksgiving break seem like a marathon. Here is how this comparison would go: The first third, we’re feeling good, getting water at the water stops, waving at the people lining the street holding hand-made glitter signs and ringing obnoxious cowbells. This is The Nutcracker.

The second week has those blisters those start to burn, long stretches without any cheering fans, the cramp in my left calf, the knowledge that even though it hurts now, there are still 10.2 miles to go. This is the week of dance finals, memorizing classes and finishing self-assessment papers; this is the week before academic finals, when my life is in a disorganized pile after The Nutcracker but I still have a ton of papers to write.

I’m on mile 24 now. I pushed through the cramps and blisters and opened a few more. I drank my Gu (this is real, I promise). There are people lining the street, holding small children who have insisted on displaying those enthusiastic signs, though they have them crooked so the message becomes obscured. (It doesn’t matter, we know they contain words of encouragement and love.) That cramp is killing me, and I know there are still 2.2 miles left. But I’m so close, and all my friends are running beside me.

Some of us will cross the finish line sooner, some later. Some of us have huge hampers of laundry to wash when we’ve finished the run. (Me.) Some of us have been done for a few days and have come back to stand on the sidelines to cheer the runners onto the finish line.

This is super dramatic.

On Monday, I finished a thirteen-page research paper for my Financial Fictions class in effectively three/four days. (Sorry, Dr. Swenson.) After I turned it in at 6 pm on Monday, I finished my Teaching Analysis of Classical Ballet project. Then I studied for an hour, went to bed, studied for another hour in the morning, then took the final. (Sorry, Professor Bryam.) Then I started to write my Theory and Philosophy paper, which I turned in eight minutes before it was due at 5 pm. (Sorry, Professor Laurent.)

Now I’m writing my short Shakespeare paper and studying/preparing for that final on Thursday. Perhaps I shouldn’t admit how close to the wire I came with some of those assignments… But I’m ready to finish off my last fall semester of college!

Good luck to everyone studying for final exams and writing final papers, to everyone preparing applications to grad school, to all you high school seniors finalizing/prepping college applications! We are almost there!

I’ve never run a marathon, by the way. I’m sure it shows.

Yes, we participated in the annual Thanksgiving Turkey Trot volunteering crew this year as per family tradition!

From the basement of Clowes…

I am writing from the basement of Clowes, preparing myself for the last two shows of The Nutcracker — I perform tonight and tomorrow afternoon! Last night was my first show, since we only have six shows this year. I thought the run on Friday went really well — at the very least, I had a great time. I took some time before we went onstage to remind myself how lucky I am to have the opportunity to do what I love.

On a related note, I haven’t been able to focus on homework for a week. I’m taking a break from composing an argument about socialism as a natural force in Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. I’m three acts of a play behind in my Shakespeare class (sorry, Dr. Walsh), and I’m really glad I choreographed my ballet class for Teaching Analysis over Thanksgiving Break.

Oh dear. Sunday night is going to be fuuuun with all the academic work I haven’t finished, but I still love the craziness The Nutcracker brings each year. My family came to Indianapolis to see the shows, and I am so grateful everyone was able to travel so far. We had a delicious breakfast this morning.

Also, I am addicted to adding avocado to my sandwiches.

Also, Nutcracker proximity is proportional to the randomness of this posts, and for that I apologize.

Thanksgiving Checklist

Thanksgiving is next Thursday, and Butler students, much as we love to study and attend class, are counting down the days until sleep and family bonding commence. Inspired by Andre’s post, here is what I hope to do over Thanksgiving break:

  • See my family. I haven’t been home since August, and I did not spend much time there this summer either, due to BSI. I guess it’s training for the real world of jobs next year.
  • See my friends from home.
  • Play with my rabbits.
  • Play with my sisters.
  • Take dance classes — as possibly teach as well! My Teaching Analysis of Classical Ballet class should come in handy.

Belly bump with my sister?

Oh yeah, also:

  • Finish a paper on Shakespeare’s Othello.
  • Write a review of another Shakespearian play.
  • Write a dance critique of a performance I’ve seen — I think I’ll do mine on the Luna Negra program I saw a few weeks ago.
  • Reassemble my Irish Lit paper from its URC format to submit as my senior English essay.
  • Begin my research paper for Financial Fictions class on the metaphoric Fall in Frank Norris’ The Pit.
  • Arrange dance photos for my resume — YIKES.
  • Begin a paper for my Theory and Philosophy of Dance class: “What is dance?” I’m going to answer, “Derrida.”
  • Finish my knitting project?

Will all this happen? Probably not. Can I try? Meh… I’ll let you know.

Mahjong Break

As everyone has already mentioned… Fall Break was last Thursday/Friday. Again, as everyone has already mentioned, Butler students generally head into the break with quite a bit of homework. In lieu of working on the last paper left over from the break, I shall blog about my vacation.

I went to Chicago again, thanks to the marvelous hospitality of my boyfriend’s family. I played quite a bit of mahjong — and even won three times in a row! (Though I inadvertently cheated the first time. No one caught me, but I didn’t know you couldn’t complete an eye with a tile from the center before finishing all chows/pongs. I also don’t know how to spell any of this.)

So Fall Break was wonderful. I did quite a bit of homework:

  • discussion preparation for Financial Fictions English class (required a short, 2 page writing)
  • gym project
  • 7 page paper also for Financial Fictions
  • 6 page working draft for Shakespeare — this I still have to finish for tomorrow…
  • Project on non-Western dance in society for Theory and Philosophy of dance — if you are desperate for something to do, you can view my slideshow about Filipino dance
  • other sundry writings, none of which I finished

Homework isn’t all business. This is probably my favorite Youtube video I found while watching loads of Filipino dances. The dance is Itik Itik, a “duck dance” which in its most entertaining version seems to require small children dressed in yellow. Watch the poor girl in the back; she just stands there crying.

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I don’t know why, but I love that video. I’ve probably been writing too many papers. Despite all the work, I very much enjoyed my vacation. Now it’s back to campus! And for me, back to Shakespeare writing before studying for my Teaching Analysis of Classical Ballet midterm.

Fall Break: Silliness Interlude

Fall Break is here! When I was a freshman, I called this Thursday-Friday respite from classes “Reading Break” and opted to stay on campus to catch up on my homework. Little I did know that no one actually reads during Reading Break — hence the title “Fall Break.” I rearranged my dorm room instead.

Sophomore year I went home, but plane tickets are expensive: Definitely factor in the cost of travel when looking at schools! Junior year I came full circle by staying on Butler’s campus to finish the bibliography for my enormous Irish Lit paper. This year? I think I’ve attained a balance: I am desperate with schoolwork. I have two papers, two presentations, and a gym project due the Monday after Fall Break. However, I’m going to work on that while I visit my friend’s family in Chicago. Balance. That seems to be the best way to live. Does this mean I’m growing up?

Anyway, it’s Fall Break, which means we must inject a little levity, right? Thus, I give you…

Chirality Pizza

The last slice only fits when flipped face down.

College Spirituality: The Blue House

I’m part of the Butler Catholic Community, which is one of the many spirituality groups on campus. I don’t know too, too much about the others, but there really should be something for everybody. The Blue House is a house (painted blue) on campus, properly known as the Center for Faith and Vocation. Here you can find many faith groups if you are interested. The Blue House will actually have an ice cream social from 9 to 11 pm on Monday, August 22. Stop by for a tasty treat!

Many students find themselves thinking more deeply about vocation during college. The Blue House’s statement on vocation speaks better than I can — vocational questions are not all about religion. I think their ideas about vocation relate just as well to choosing a major or picking up a hobby as finding a faith group.

With that in mind, I would encourage new students to stop by the spirituality-related tables during Block Party on Tuesday, August 23 from 5 – 7 pm, where the Blue House will have a table. Whether you want to discuss different views of God, meditate, join a faith-based organization, ask questions about spirituality, or even just have a quiet place to study, the Blue House can help. I find it’s an excellent place to write papers — it’s quiet, there’s a microwave to heat up my lunch, and the wonderful staff talk in soothing voices. :)

The summary of this post? The Blue House is a great resource for college students of any spiritual persuasion, especially those who are uncertain or questioning.

Some services the Blue House offers:

  • Meditation
  • Movie Night
  • Big Questions (a moderated lunch discussion on topics like Secular Humanism and Interfaith Action:  Is There Room for the ‘Non-Believer’?)
  • Confidential advising services — i.e. chatting about what you want to do with your life

This is possibly wisdom

Things I have learned:

There is an inversely proportional relationship between closeness to production week/the end of the semester and my attention span.

There is a proportional relationship between Facebook use and attempts at writing papers.

There is a exponential relationship between production week and the average amount of Febreze used.

Cookie dough cupcakes from The Flying Cupcake are very good.

Maguy Marin‘s choreography is extremely difficult to find online or in a library close to Butler’s campus if you are looking for a complete, uncut piece.

Bites of cupcake times three equal failed attempts at finding extant and unabridged choreographic works by Marin.

My dance history paper is not going so well at the moment.

Cinderella, with doll heads

Does anyone know where I can view complete works of Marin? I would love to watch Cendrillon, but at this point, I am not picky.

Choreography

I do not have a magic skill with choreography. I’m constantly amazed and inspired upon viewing my classmates’ choreographic work in class, but I just don’t have a natural gift with cranking out phrases. Who knows, maybe my classmates spend hours working on their movement in their kitchens as well. I’m taking a lunch break, but as soon as I’ve finished this post, it’s back to hopping around. I’m so close to finishing, too!

Dance performance BFA majors at Butler must take Choreography I and Choreography II. Choreography III is an elective course for those who chose to take it. Last semester’s Choreography I concentrated on producing and manipulating movement, with interesting results:

The project I will soon finish is for Choreography II; I am choreographing a solo to a short track of music–my second full work. (The first was Student Choreography.) I’m using the second section of Stravinsky’s “Three Pieces,” which starts at about 50 seconds in the video below.

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And that’s how I’m ending my spring break. Better get back to work! [UPDATE: I’m done! I’ve been working on this project all week, and now it’s finished! Yaaay!]

P.S. If you don’t know XKCD, you lead a sad existence.

P.P.S. For the record, I drew stick figure comics BEFORE I started reading XKCD.  Just want to put that out there.