The second weekend of BSI passed me by rather quickly. After my surprisingly negative reaction to the First Friday trip, the Keep Indianapolis Beautiful project was wonderful. A group of the BSI students along with the woman who is in charge of the program, plus another professor, worked with KIB on a community garden south of Indianapolis.
The KIB logo--click through for website
One group went to build a shade shelter. I’m still not entirely clear as to what that is, but I know it involved plywood and concrete, which is fairly intense. I stayed at the first site, with the vegetable garden. We weeded, cut and transported sod (and got very dirty in the process), and built a path (with step-stones and mulch) from a flowers/sitting-bench spot to the vegetable garden.
By the end, we were so grimy from the dirt blowing off the sod we ran into the sprinkler to clean off. Then we ate at a Jewish deli. Then it was home for a shower. I call that morning a success.
Later that night I had a potluck dinner with my roommate and another good friend, and we watched Sex and the City. I had never seen it before. It’s silly, but oh the clothes theclothestheclothes! Dinner was delicious–my friend found the best rosemary crackers. With soy cheese? I ate so many.
Sunday, I biked to church, saw my boyfriend who just arrived for summer classes, went to a ballet rehearsal, and had some truly excellent pizza. Monday it was back to BSI, and I finished skimming/reading Declan Kiberd’s Irish Classics. This is a massive book. I celebrated (preemptively) with ice cream, which was obtained by biking to the Safeway via the canal path.
I have decided I like Butler in the summer.
Every Thanksgiving morning, my family volunteers at the local Turkey Trot race at the University of Richmond. The race, sponsored by the Richmond Road Runners club, sees about 1,200 people, though this year they registered 1,500 because they used chips for race times. My dad runs in the (extremely hilly) race, and my mom, two sisters, and I help with the mile marker 2 water stop. This year was no exception.
We fill water cups before the race, hold them out for the runners to grab as they race past, and provide water as everyone finishes the course. While I’m not actually running the race, I at least feel like I’ve partly earned the right to eat my turkey/mashed potato/green bean mountain. It’s a good family tradition.
Where is my white t-shirt, you might ask? Why am I different? Why do I look like a marshmallow before Thanksgiving lunch? I might answer, because I am wearing six shirts because I am always cold. Actually, one jacket, three shirts, a wool sweater, and a hoodie sweatshirt.
Back to Butler tomorrow. I haven’t done nearly as much homework as I should have. Sigh… This coming week is production week for the Nutcracker, with opening night on Thursday, December 2. I might be a bit absent from the blogging world, but you should come and see Butler Ballet!
The freshman class this year is enormous. Huge–958, in fact. This also extends to the incoming dance majors–there are approximately one gazillion of them this year, and I am having a devil of a time trying to keep all the names and faces straight.
This is why Sigma Rho Delta’s Freshman Progressive Dinner was so helpful. Three of the apartment blocks in the Apartment Village house Sigma Rho officers, so they hosted the dinner. One apartment had appetizers, one had pizza, and my apartment had dessert.
The head chef. She makes a mean pot of vegetarian chili
My roommate (who is president of Sigma Rho*) baked for about twelve hours straight. I’m only slightly joking. She was baking when I went to sleep on Friday night, and she was in front of the stove again when I returned from snow rehearsal the next morning. The spread was impressive:
Adjusting to a new school can be difficult at times. Being in so many of the same classes day after day means the dancers generally band together pretty quickly, but it can still be awkward. I know I didn’t really get to know many of the dance majors in my own class until second semester of my freshman year. But I made other friends, and we’re all one big, happy family, etcetera and so on.
Still, this gave the freshman an opportunity to get to together in a non-dance setting and to meet some more of the upperclassmen. I say the evening was a grand success. Look at those smiling faces.
*Sigma Rho Delta is the dance service fraternity. We provide service to the department (help in the costume shop, publicity, newsletters, working the boutique during shows…) and go see performances and things like that together. Last year, I was the pledge trainer.