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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 is Breaking

Why is Butler University kind of like the Wicked Witch of the West? Well, it completely fell apart when rained last Saturday. There was a pretty big lightning storm Saturday morning/afternoon, so they tell me.

I only knew it was storming vaguely, since we were in the midst of Studio Dress for Coppélia. There is a part toward the end of Act I when Dr. Coppélius chases the drunk village boys around with his cane. Just as he swung at the first lout came a flash of lightning — CRACK! Perfect timing. I heard the rain before we started Act II as well, but I was rather tunnel-visioned for the entire ballet, so I didn’t realize what a storm we were having.

Then my partner and I stayed afterwards to work out some costuming/wedding pas kinks while the building slowly emptied. When I finally took all my costumes back down to the basement, I was surprised to find the hallways dark (basement = no windows), the third of the lights that were on flickering menacingly. Someone was playing the piano in one of the dance studios, an odd waltz, so the atmosphere was particularly eerie. I felt like I was in Phantom of the Opera or something. Needless to say, I was also very glad when the student who plays Franz came down the stairs a few seconds later. Company is always good when you’re walking into what could very easily be an episode of Doctor Who.

You don't want to run into these in a half-lit basement...

Outside was drizzly, but bright. My cell phone finally picked up enough of a signal to dump on me about three BU alerts about the storm. Jordan Hall was on fire, apparently, due to a lightning strike? My boyfriend later told me he and his labmates didn’t realize the fire alarms were going off for a while. Much of campus lost power, the cable was out for a while in AV and the internet even longer. The phones went out, and we got another alert telling us BU police officers were stationed at the front desks of the residence halls if they should be needed.

My goodness. Butler doesn’t fare too well in the stormy weather. It’s meeelting…

Week in Photos

I got a fancy new phone over break and have been having a blast with the camera and filters included in the camera app. Thus I give you my first week after spring break in photos:

First, the food. These were Chinese buns my boyfriend shared with me. They would have been perfect… except they had cilantro, which I don’t really like.

Speaking of the food, here is a rather blurry shot of the new cafeteria set up. Over winter break, Butler began and completed renovations to the Marketplace @ Atherton, which is the cafeteria open for most meals.

To change the subject completely, I give you a photo of the tiny house that’s been parked beside Norris Plaza. Jay Shafer came to Butler recently to speak. Very cool! I would have gone if I didn’t have rehearsal; I love environmental movements.

And the final picture I took Friday morning during the rainstorm that made my hair frizz completely and utterly beyond redemption. I am rather proud of this photo. Triple brownie points if you can guess from where I took it. Leave me a comment if you think you know where this is on campus!

Off to Kansas City! (i.e. Off to Missouri)

I think it is the most bizarre thing that Kansas City is partly in Missouri.

I’m in the airport, waiting to take off for an audition at Kansas City Ballet. This is the farthest I’ve ever traveled for an audition; so far they’ve all been in Chicago or Louisville. I’ve been anxious about the traveling more than the audition itself — last night I dreamed that I couldn’t get from the hotel to the ballet in time and I missed the registration slot by two minutes and they wouldn’t let me audition and gave me a written test instead. That was my dream.

I suppose this will be good practice for spring break, when I’ll be running around all sorts of places. Auditioning plus Coppélia will make for a busy spring!

(And it is spring now — I didn’t have to wear my huge winter ski jacket at all this winter, and I am extremely happy.)

What did NOT happen. (Photo is from my freshman winter.)

Back to School: Another post about the weather

Winter break is winding down, and I’m back to Butler, set to get myself organized for the audition season. Today I locked myself out of my apartment, fell off my bike, and tried to buy my textbooks only to realize I had no money with me… all before noon.

On the bright side, the sun shone strong today (haha, get it?) and I could play a quick game of badminton/toss with Boyfriend on the football field. Once we warmed up, we shed jackets and played in sweatshirts and short sleeves. It’s hard to believe it’s January.

In Richmond, my family still has holiday decorations, including this lovely wreath of my mother’s. There’s always a local race to see who can collect the fallen osage oranges before they are gone; you may see the fruits of my mother’s labors wired onto this wreath.

It’s weird for the weather to be so warm while I see holiday decorations like my mom’s wreath. I’m so happy I could play badminton outside before the freezing Indiana winter descends in full force, though I always worry a bit about climate change.

Still, Butler’s campus is so beautiful, it begs for warm weather; better temperatures bring students out onto the mall (the quad) in droves.

 

Lost Objects, Rain, Nothing Particular

Lately, I’ve been losing things right and left. Like:

  • My camera charger (this is why I haven’t had so many pictures/posts)
  • a pink sock, so sad!
  • other articles of clothing — two of which I found under my bed on two separate occasions after the articles had been missing over a week
  • a check
  • dance warmups
  • my tennis shoes
  • my mind

Most of these I’ve recovered, some I have not. I blame the increasingly chilly weather for my brain melting, if that makes any sense. I’m half-transitioned through from summer to winter clothes, but it will just take so long to drag my chest of sweaters from under my bed that I’ve been putting it off. Also, I don’t want to admit the time for shorts is past.

A picture from the vaults... a Butler squirrel getting ready for winter.

The last two days were beautiful, and I broke out the dress/shorts/t-shirt combinations faster than you can say “Indianapolis.” Today, alas, is rainy and cold, and I have two shirts layered on top of one another.

Don’t forget to bring rainboots to college — you have to walk everywhere to and from class, and at Butler, the sidewalks morph into rivers. Also, an umbrella. Also, a camera charger.

Sorry this is such a lame post. I promise I’ll be more articulate next time!

Still being fulfilled–tornadoes

The promises, I mean. Those pesky promises. The problem with assuring blog readers of future explanation comes with the actually-having-to-write-those-explanations bit. But we forge ahead:

Not driving in a car adventures: Indiana is stormy in the summer. Apparently.

Driving to a ballet rehearsal in Carmel, we were forced to seek shelter as a sudden storm blew in–one moment, the rain; the next, the upended rain barrel of God. Gravity twisted in more than three directions. Visibility was so bad it was hard to discern whether that gap in road was actually a side street into which we could turn.

We took shelter outside a synagogue. The windshield fogged up, and I had to call my dad to look up the number of the ballet studio so I could warn them of my probable tardiness.

So the rain passed and the windshield finally unfogged and after the ballet rehearsal, we tracked down a Japanese restaurant called Sakura which had been recommended to me by the Italian lady on my plane ride a few days previous. Spider rolls = good. Eating a bunch of wasabi plain = tears.

The courtyard at UT

This weather thing that I’ve discovered is normal for a Midwest summer. Yes? I’m not liking it so much. Now, wearing clothes and not absolutely melting in the outside air is lovely, especially after two decades of humid, oppressive Richmond summers. The brisk air as I eat my morning toast in the University Terrace courtyard? Divine.

The tornado sirens and the lightening and the calls warning us to seek shelter late in the night? Not so much a fan.

We are fortunate enough to be living in a basement apartment, so we did not have to go anywhere to seek shelter, except perhaps away from the larger windows in the living room. Nevertheless, I still harbored images of the car directly outside the window by my bed being slammed into the building and crushing me into something out of Flatland.

Despite the reassurances of my Midwestern roommate–who has actually survived a tornado–I might have hidden in an alcove in the living room until the lightning slowed.

Tips for College Living, #3

It has rained pretty much every day this April. Okay, maybe not every day. But if you look at the month calendar, you might notice that the longest stretch without any measure of precipitation is three days. That’s pretty rainy.

Steph wrote a great post last week about the six necessities of a college student. I would like to add one more item to the list. When it rains, I like to wear my rain jacket because I don’t have to juggle an umbrella. (And we all know how good my juggling skills are.) But umbrella, rain jacket… all good items, all items you know you’ll need.

This is common-sense stuff. What you, prospective student, might not know is that Butler’s sidewalks frequently morph into small creeks when it rains. You also might underestimate the increase in walking from place to place outside each day. Even in tennis shoes, my feet tend to get wet. Call this another episode of Tips for College Living: Own rain boots.

Sometimes it pours while I move all my stuff from my freshman dorm room to the ResCo basement, where I stored some items over the summer break. Then it clears up for the long drive home. Sometimes the weather is nice and holds off while I pack up everything to leave. Then, as we drive back to Virginia, enter the deluge.

Which situation is better? And should I really try to ride my bike in the rain if my brakes get slippery when wet? Will you remember to bring rain boots to college? Most importantly, should I take up juggling practice again?

A break from February

Last Thursday, I wore three pairs of pants. Butler’s campus remained mostly covered in ice and snow, and the weather website listed the recorded low as negative 8 degrees. Fahrenheit.

One week later and students are walking around in shorts. I didn’t go quite that far–I still had a scarf and coat–but it was wonderful to ride my bike again. I don’t understand the Midwest. We were all:

And now it’s springtime!? What happens next week? (Besides the Dance Department’s Midwinter Dance Festival, of course.) Sometimes I miss the East Coast.

Right, I promise my next post will not be about the weather or food. I’m been quite busy lately and have loads to tell you.

Thawing out?

Ever since the ice storm:

Butler’s campus has been exceptionally slippery. A few days ago, it was 1 degree as I walked to class in the morning. Today, however, is warm: It’s almost 40 right now. Do you know the difference between 0 and 40? It’s like the difference between 40 and 80.

Walking to rehearsal in Lilly Hall this morning, the birds chirping, my toes not freezing, I could feel spring on its way! Then I dropped my apple in the snow. Seasonal changes are a process.

My friends are all turning 21–yikes! It’s so odd to think we can finally drink, vote, and be drafted. The next step is getting off our parents’ health care plans, I suppose. We went out to eat at Patachou, a restaurant close enough to campus to bike. There’s still enough ice on the ground that I don’t like to ride my bike though, but if the big thaw continues, my wheels might be functional once again.

Now, every time I’ve been to Patachou, I have been disappointed. The food just does not seem good enough to merit the price. But. Last semester I had lunch with the on-campus priest there and the chili was excellent; this visit was also a success. My roommate and I split our orders, so we each got half of a turkey/bacon/avocado club and half a waffle. Delicious.

I suppose I should continue with my homework. And when I say homework, I really mean finishing all my Valentine’s Day cards and gifts.

The Butler icicle

As Andre and Steph have blogged about already, the Butler campus has  been coated with ice. Yesterday we got the news that classes were canceled today, and around three o’clock today my cell phone rang–no classes tomorrow!

The above picture doesn’t look overly impressive, but that’s mostly solid ice. Last night came the freezing rain, and it precipitated intermittently throughout the day. Tonight it is supposed to snow. Even Chicago public schools are having a snow day tomorrow. My goodness.

All this extreme weather does have me worried, however. There were the Australian floods and the soon-to-be Australian cyclone Yasi. There were Brazilian landslides and mudslides. And now this.

Nevertheless, today was fairly productive. I finished a novel for my Literature of the American Renaissance class. I wrote a short, short response to it. I edited a two page response to a poem for my Romanticism class. And I worked on my Butler Summer Institute proposal for almost four hours straight.

Afterwards, I hung out with a friend and watched Doctor Who. It was a good day, if a bit miserable outside. If you are in the Midwest, bundle up!

Scarves over noses + hats over ears = warm + looking a bit odd.