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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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Spring Break Photo Montage

My spring break in photos:

My friend’s grandmother’s cat in Columbus, OH. This cat was the softest, friendliest animal you could hope to meet.

Huuuuuge plane from Dallas to Tulsa. Forty minutes in the air, and I’m in an airplane larger than the one I rode when I went from Dulles to Ireland. It was rather fun.

Courtyard Marriot hotel in downtown Tulsa — I love the vaguely Asian wallpaper. (I’m linking to them because they were extremely nice, not because they put me up to it.)

Touring Tulsa on foot the night before an audition.

Touring Tulsa on foot the afternoon after an audition. The weather was gorgeous, both in Tulsa, at home, and now back at Butler.

Fancy Crowne Plaza in which United Airlines stuck me after my flight was cancelled and I was stranded in O’Hare airport on my way home.

What I did when I finally arrived home: Hung out with my family and Marcel the Shell.

Louisville is much closer to Butler than Chicago is

And the above fact made my Sunday so much more pleasant. Two hours in the car in light traffic during the day seems like nothing compared to three hours in the car in crazy traffic at night. In the fog.

I auditioned for Louisville Ballet this past Sunday. This was my first real, ballet company audition, since the ones I did previously turned out to be more school-based. It actually went better than I expected. I was nervous until we started dancing, probably because we arrived early and had a fairly long time to warm up (though the hall was so crowded, there wasn’t overmuch space).

The artistic director gave a little speech before barre began, introducing everyone and basically telling us not to freak, which was nice of him. I enjoyed the class itself, taught by the ballet master. I even made a friend: I helped her with a barre combination, and she complimented my leotard. I love dancer camaraderie.

Barre was rather crowded — there were loads of people in the audition, but they broke the center work into smaller groups. I didn’t expect there would be so much standing around, but the studio was warm and sunny, and there were about a million people from Butler at the audition, so I enjoyed watching everyone dance. I do wish we had switched lines in for the center work, but the audition was otherwise much as I expected.

The consensus? Maybe finding a job won’t be as stressful as I’ve made it out to be. After all, the application process simply consists of doing what I love to do. Even my audition video, the making of which seemed one of the most arduous pieces of the pie, is coming together. Wish us all luck!

Headshot, courtesy of the incredible Dale Dong.

Looking for a Job

This winter break has been characterized, colored, and otherwise influenced by the one large event looming in my life: audition season.

Dance jobs are not like normal jobs. Companies hold large “cattle call” auditions from January-May, and you might not be notified until the late spring (and beyond) of any job offers. They are unstable and do not pay well. Contracts generally run between 25-40 weeks of the year — dancers must seek other work (often guesting so as to stay in shape) during the summer layoff.

I really want a dancing job.

As a graduating senior, I will travel to auditions (mostly in Chicago, but likely some as far as San Francisco)  every weekend, probably on Sundays. As soon as I’ve finished editing performance video, I’ll send my resumé/photos/DVD to other companies not offering auditions close to me or requesting materials.

Oh, yeah, I’ll take twenty credit-hours, complete my senior English essay, work with visiting repetiteur Kevin Irving to learn Nacho Duato’s Por Vos Muero, and bake at least one loaf of bread. (My sister gave me a World Breads cookbook for Christmas. I can’t let her down.)

Dance Photos

I’ve been trying not to think too too much about dance auditions this coming spring, since the whole process seems quite daunting. But I’ve finally gotten my dance photos taken which will go in my resumé. A fellow dance major was kind enough to take me to his home in Cleveland and help with the four-hour photo session. If that isn’t friendship, I don’t know what is!

The process wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, although I was surprisingly sore afterwards. I did not realize that taking a photo of, say, a brisé, would require me to brisé fifty times in a row without stopping. The photographer was brilliant, talented, and exceedingly patient, as was his apprentice/assistant. As was the friend who stayed the entire time to help.

Intimidating at first glance...

I took my headshot first because I tried some with my hair down (pre-bun). That took longer than I thought it would, and I felt pretty awkward sitting on a chair smiling for ages and ages. The dance photos were more as expected. Seeing pictures of oneself can be helpfully revealing. I did not realize my arm was practically vertical in what I termed “the ninja jump.” Whoops. Body awareness.

Anyhow, I can’t wait to see the pictures. I hope from these I can pick a few really strong ones to give out with my resumé come spring… and the audition season. Much as I’m dreading auditioning (nerves, nerves) (also, I despise scheduling, and auditioning is more scheduling than anything else, at least at this point), I feel anxious for the process to begin. Let’s find a job!

Wish me luck. (And congratulations to Steph with her wonderful news!)

Senior Sentimentality, Part 1

I’m sure I will spend much of this year falling further into sentimentality as the final months at Butler pass by. This Sunday marked the last pledge ceremony I will attend for the honorary dance fraternity, Sigma Rho Delta. After the ceremony, we all took pictures of families (as in social sororities — like Steph’s great depiction of the sweatpant family)… and we took one of the first (of many) senior photos.

However, with all the seniors posing for the photo, we needed a non-senior to take the photo. And it seemed as though none of the non-seniors were really interested. We came to the conclusion that we were horribly unloved and unappreciated. So dramatic.

Sorrow.

Well, someone or two came over and obliged us by taking photos of us goofing around in a tree. We even obtained an overhead shot courtesy of a tall dancer on a tree branch.

Joy!

I can tell this is going to be a period of ups and downs as I relish my final year of undergraduate study even as I bid it farewell. But enough sentimentality. I’m sure I will encounter enough emotion about being a senior as the year continues without encouraging the habit in October.

Champions

Let’s not mince words. Last night was painful. There are millions of articles to tell you that. All these articles also talk about the upstanding character of the Butler Bulldogs. Thanks for all the good times, guys. We are so, so proud of you.

Teamwork, passion, fortitude. Butler’s basketball team treated the campus to a few solid weeks of unifying spirit and fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Of course we’ve won.

(The last two pictures are my friend’s. Anna is an amazing photographer-dancer-anthropology student. Check out her photo blog!)

Pep Rally on Butler's campus

Celebrating with the bulldog statue

Rwarr.

Star player

So many sweet moments to balance the bitter ones

My friend Anna's picture. My pompom.

My friend Anna's picture. Freshmen dance majors.

All the small things

Loads of little things have been happening. And I promise there will be neither weather nor cooking/baking represented in this post.

1. I was in an advertisement in Dance Magazine with some other students from the Dance Department. (Come to Midwinter!)

The piece depicted is Professor Cynthia Pratt’s work “1st of 3 in 17,” which is set to Mozart and very cool, in my opinion.

2. My Interlibrary loan books came. So much Welshness! Butler students have access to the extremely cool WorldCat Union database that lets you search for books worldwide. So many libraries! So many books! I get really excited!

3. Midwinter Studio Dress is this Saturday. I have no photos to show you… I suppose you will simply have to watch a performance February 25 or 26 at 8 pm in Clowes Memorial Hall.

4. In pas de deux class on Wednesday, my dance professor lifted me above his head. Never having done a Bluebird lift before, I listened to his explanation. Then, without completely understanding the process, I was balanced on his shoulder, suddenly much, much taller than normal. Just a day the life, etcetera etcetera.

It just surprised me, since I did not at the time realize quite how I had gotten there.