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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 Best Memories: Sophomore Year

Sophomore year was tough. Tuesdays and Thursdays were full dancing days and began with music theory at 8 am! However, I had some of most memorable experiences during sophomore year. The photo journey through four years as a dance/English major continues:

I lived down the hall from the girls who would become my apartment-mates for the following two years… and to start the year off with a bang, we walked to the French Festival near campus (after going in the wrong direction for several summer streets and having to call for directions).

Sophomore year also marked the beginning of my more dedicated involvement with the Butler Catholic Community, an organization still near and dear to my heart. The priest on campus, Fr. Jeff was an integral part of my time at Butler. This picture is from the Freshman Retreat, where I helped play with play-dough and do the dishes, among other things.

Who could forget Y, Ball, Eiffel Tower? The Laban Movement Choir, part of the University’s Mahler Project, was in the autumn of my sophomore year, and I was immensely proud of the fact that I attained my goal of convincing (forcing) at least ten people to participate in the mass movement performance with all the dance majors. Here are some very good friends indeed demonstrating some of the poses from the piece.

I became a Butler Blogger my sophomore year and was full of grand ideas to make a video about Butler’s squirrels. So apart from the relentless dance schedule and my obsessive photographing of Butler’s dorms, food, and events, I hunted squirrels. Sometimes I filmed them. Occasionally I interviewed my friends about them — no joke! I still have the footage. (I also still have footage of my explanations of good study places — next to the little waterfall and in the laundry room, and that was as far as I got). Sometimes I stopped my bike and pulled out my phone to take a picture of a squirrel. I was crazy. Also…

I was obsessed with my bike, which I received as a birthday present early in the school year. I rode it everywhere. It was great.

And I dressed up as a boy scout for Halloween to go raid the school function’s candy and walk through a fraternity’s very creepy haunted house. Note the penknife. Then at midnight… I started NaNoWriMo.

Blogger Cathryn and I both participated in NaNoWriMo this year, which was the last time I tried to write a novel in November. Maybe I’ll revive the tradition this year?

Nutcracker came, as it always does, and I had to spray-dye my hair black to dance the Chinese soloist. For some reason, I was convinced my hair would fall out or turn brittle and break and I’d have an unwanted page-boy after the performance. (My hair is very thin and fine and breaks easily.) So I remember standing in the tiny ResCo shower stall, conditioning my hair for the third time, leaving in a smattering of the formula for bedtime, despite the fact that it was not leave-in conditioner. Whether due to the non-hair-breaking nature of the spray dye or due to my tender ministrations, I emerged from the performances with a full head of hair.

In the spring, I made icosahedrons with the rest of my Laban Movement Analysis class and tried to learn to play the castanets for Spanish Character. Sophomore year was full of discovery, shall we say.

Come March, basketball fever swept the campus as Butler’s basketball team played its way to the championship games… which were actually held in Indianapolis that year! We even got the morning/early afternoon excused to go to a pep rally downtown (though it was back to barre immediately afterwards). This was the first time I really paid any attention to sports, and participating in all the merriment with the rest of my friends was exciting! However, I remain a fair-weather fan, mustering the energy to watch the games only when everyone else around me is doing the same. (SHAME)

I still count Swan Lake as one of the hardest things I’ve done. Rehearsing for Little Swans, I had a serious case of the nerves (see post). A fire alarm went off in my building the night before opening night — glory. Still, I had a blast. And my tendonitis went away as soon as the performances were over.

So that was sophomore year, the year of bunked beds and falling out onto the floor each morning, of the giant Sigma Rho Delta binder for my pledge trainer duties, of knitting and GHS classes, of castanets and improv, of working all the time and learning more than I actually realized I was learning at the time.

Dorm Rooms: Schwitzer vs. ResCo

This coming semester marks the beginning of my senior year, and my third year of blogging for Butler! In the past, I’ve given tours of my dorm rooms. However, we switched to a new server last year, and all my archived posts were lost. Since they now indeed seem to be Lost Forever, I’m going to rehash some old dorm rooms in hope of helping new students getting ready to go to college. Excuse me, old-time readers, if I repeat myself!

Most freshmen live in Schwitzer (all girls) or Ross (two floors of boys, one floor of girls). I lived in a double room on the first floor of Schwitzer. Schwitzer, while perhaps not as lively as Ross, has certainly been the loudest place I’ve lived. It comes from a bunch of new, excited girls living in one unit, sharing one bathroom, tromping down the hall with doors partially open in invitation.

The corner of my unit's hallway in Schwitzer. As you can see, there were frequent meetings.

The red dolly came from the front desk. Students at all residence halls can check out tons of things at the front desks: dollies for moving heavy objects (yes… that’s what we were doing in the hallway… uh-huh…), movies, games, and cleaning supplies like vacuums. At ResCo, you can check out a key for the piano in the basement; in Schwitzer, the piano sits in the main lobby.

A few freshmen live in ResCo, but it is mostly sophomores. ResCo is much, much quieter than Schwitzer, which is nice for studying but perhaps not so nice for meeting a lot of new friends. I credit the quietness of ResCo to the following items:

  • Sophomores generally have a group of friends already. They are not unwilling to meet new people — far from it! — but they are not knocking on doors introducing themselves like in Schwitzer.
  • ResCo rooms are suite-style. Two double rooms share a bathroom, so you brush your teeth with three other people rather than twenty.
  • ResCo doors are heavy, and they close automatically. When they close, they lock automatically. In my Schwitzer unit, girls left their doors half-way open, and if a door were closed, one only had to knock and hear the “come in!” to visit.
  • RAs (resident assistants) in Schwitzer are more hands-on. Units are smaller and focus on group activities. ResCo RAs, while they have programming and are always available, aren’t as large a part of residence life.
  • Schwitzer has no AC. ResCo does. Misery loves company.

Since I have not lived in Ross, I can’t tell you how that compares. Wherever you end up, however, you will find Bulldogs ready to make your transition to college an exciting one!

UT: Pictorial tour II

To continue my graphic representation of Butler’s University Terrace housing option, I give you the bedroom:

This is the view as if you were standing in the bedroom doorway. There were no light fixtures in the room, and generally the housing includes an overhead light in each room. So that’s a bit weird. Also, the slat that holds the mattress onto the bed is the same height as the mattress. We frequently smacked our knees into the wood for the first week until we remembered automatically to lift our legs a bit higher when clambering onto the bed.

To the right of the doorway are the two closets. They are fairly large. And they’re closets. Not much to report. I did hang the jewelry holder I knit on the wall.

Quite proud of this one

To the left of the closets are our beds. I thought it might be odd to go back to sharing a room after living a year in AV (Apartment Village), where I had my own bedroom, but an apartment makes all the difference. In ResCo and Swchitzer, there was only the bedroom and the bathroom, and I’d go stir crazy. In an apartment, there is also a living room and a kitchen, so I am not sleeping and eating and doing schoolwork all in the same place. Much better.

Finally, turn left again and see my bed and the two dressers. The desks, dressers, beds, and desk chairs all come with the apartment. There are no trashcans, so you will want to bring your own. Also, there is no type of table. Check in next time to see what my roommate who likes cookies and I have devised!

Valentine’s mail

The front desks of all the residence halls (be it Schwitzer, Ross, ResCo, University Terrace, or the Apartment Village) have rows of mailboxes. In Schwitzer, I memorized a combination and turned a little dial to open my mailbox, which I shared with another random person. In ResCo, I had a special mailbox key. This year in the Apartment Village, my door key serves as my mailbox key as well. Because every person in an apartment has a key that will open the front door (obviously) (though the bedroom doors are only opened with one’s own key), the mailboxes are shared among an apartment.

This is the reason my roommate knew to tell me I had a package slip waiting in our mailbox. “Thank you!” I told her and went to pick up my package.

It was a Valentine’s Day package from my family, filled with wondrous things inside. (I actually opened it straightaway, instead of waiting like I usually do for the actual day to arrive. What has gotten into me?) (Thank you so much; I love the cupcake mix idea!) I quickly finished addressing my pile of Valentines and mailed them.

Valentine’s mail. Gotta love it.

Rooms near and far

Butler Ballet's The NutcrackerI’m home sweet home, and it’s definitely a weird feeling, since I haven’t been in Virginia or seen my family since August. Also, people cook food for me. Bizarre. I have much more time now to blog, so I thought I’d tackle some less-timely topics before Nutcracker madness decends.

Oh yes. Opening night for The Nutcracker is Thursday, Dec 2 at Clowes Memorial Hall right on the campus. You can’t pass up family holiday tradition, now, can you?

On to the post: My dorm room in the Apartment Village. Butler students are required to live on campus their freshman, sophomore, and junior years. Freshman year I lived in Schwitzer, sophomore year saw me in ResCo, and now I am in the Apartment Village. I really enjoy the Village. We are going to live in the same apartment next year, I believe.

I’ve given you a virtual tour of the kitchen, so here is my bedroom. The room is small, but it is a single, and much as I’ve loved my previous roommates, I definitely enjoy having my own room again.

Here is the entrance to my dorm room. The door leads into the hallway that opens into the living room and kitchen areas. At the end of my bed is the three-drawer unit that comes with the room–it just manages to fit in the space between the end of my bed and the wall by the door! I have a wire rack to hold my pointe shoes, bike seat, balls of yarn, and other things (it’s currently much messier than it was when I took the picture). This is also the home of all my jewelry and some of my clothes.

The bed you see comes with the room, and you can adjust the height of the frame. I have mine middling low, and I still have loads of room for storage.

The bed frame and mattress come with the apartment, but the bedside table is my own, as is the lamp. I stuck an over-the-door hook that wouldn’t fit over the door on the end of the bed and was hanging bags there for a while, but now I’m not sure where it’s gone. Maybe it fell under the bed. Hmmm, a mystery.

My bed is right next to the window, which means it can get a little chilly at night. Each apartment has climate control, so that is easily remedied. In Schwitzer, one gets no say in the temperature. In ResCo, there’s one controller for every three rooms or something like that. (Last year, the thermostat was in our room. Bahaha…) Now each apartment has control over the heating and cooling.

Also, the Village has blinds in every window that look quite nice. The Village was built recently, so everything is still in great condition.

To be continued…