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The 'Butler Way' Withstands Even A Big East Loss

This was not a typical Butler game; we were on different soil


One reason I chose to attend Butler University was the feeling of warmth and care I received after visiting. I was told that the Butler community is one that supports everyone unconditionally. I felt this and continue to feel it. However, I never quite understood what "The Butler Way" was. If you ever step foot on Butler's campus, you will probably hear chatter about this understood mindset of selflessness and commitment among the students, student-athletes, and professors. This concept is so abstract, though, that it almost sounds like a dream instead of a reality. I thought that there was no real way to prove that this motto has any bearing on the experience at Butler. Fortunately, I was very wrong.

As a member of the Butler University Athletic Bands, I was graced with the opportunity to travel with the men's basketball team to the conference tournament in New York City. I was absolutely ecstatic about the prospects of going to the "Big Apple" with some of my closest friends to support the team I loved. When we arrived at the arena, I noticed that there were not very many Butler fans in the crowd. I had never been to an away game, so I was so used to thousands of fans cheering for my team. I immediately felt the chill as we got ready to play our instruments for people who could not have cared less.

Indianapolis is pretty far from New York City, so it was not very feasible for there to be thousands of adoring Butler fans at the arena. However, the other team was only a few hours drive away. Needless to say, the arena was packed, but not with Butler fans. At first, this new environment did not really phase me much. I was just so excited to start playing and cheering. The "away game" feeling finally hit me when one of our players got a foul. The whole arena erupted in applause. This confused me at first, but then I remembered that this was not a typical home game, we were on different soil.

For the duration of the game, my bandmates and I relentlessly cheered on our team. Our sole job in a game setting it to play for, cheer on, and support the basketball players. I will say that we TOTALLY nailed that. Although there were only 29 of us, we made enough noise to fill the entire arena at times. I was so proud of how positive and passionate we all were.

Unfortunately, trouble starting brewing when the other team got the lead. I noticed that their fans kept looking at the band and mocking us. We saw tongues sticking out, rude gestures, and devilish grins that really annoyed us. As a musician, I have never really been an environment where people do not want me to succeed. This game was the moment that I realized that the sports world is different.

Nonetheless, our band director told us to keep our heads up and to keep screaming as loud as we could for our players. As the realization that the other team was probably going to win hit us, our cheers grew stronger. We were not going to give up. While our volume increased, so did the volume of the fans of the other team. "Boos" could be heard whenever our team made a shot, and the same fans kept glaring at us.

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When the game ended with a loss, we tried our best to keep the smiles up and the cheering loud. When we had finished playing our fight song for the final time, we packed up and started exiting. This is the moment where all heck broke loose. Fans from all over the place starting shouting at us. "Go back to where you came from!" "Go wipe that paint off of your face, you're done." "Bye, bye!" This heckling came from all directions. Some members of the band were shown very crude gestures, and there were times where I just wanted to scream.

However, that did not happen. With the support of my other band members, I was able to keep a smile on my face. I merely shouted "Go Dawgs!" at anyone who tried to take away my happiness. I realized that this strength and positivity that our band showed was the epitome of "The Butler Way." This concept does not involve negativity, yelling at others, or heckling. This concept is purely comprised of passion, integrity, selflessness, and hope. I have never been so proud of my school.

We cheered our team on until the end and even past that. With our face paint, polos, khakis, and instruments we represented "The Butler Way." We never stopped fighting for the Butler Bulldogs, as they never stopped fighting for us. All I have left to say is Go Butler, Go Band, and Go Dawgs!

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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What I Wish I Knew About Life After High School Before I Had To Live It

Life after high school isn't always what you expected it to be.


So you're about to graduate high school and you think you have it all figured out. You and your best friends are going to stay close throughout college and you're going to take those long road trips in college to see each other. Think again.

Life after high school isn't always what you want it to be. You think you'll miss high school, you'll always be close with your high school besties, and you'll have all this free time in college. That's just not entirely true. I personally do not miss high school. I don't really talk to anyone I went to high school with on a regular basis, and I'm totally OK with that. I have friends in college that I believe will be my lifelong friends whereas my friends in high school didn't make an effort to keep in contact with me after high school.

I haven't had all the free time I've dreamed of in college, because I'm busy with school and meetings. When I'm not doing homework, I'm making sure the rest of my life is in order and all my stuff for school is in line. I'm not the crazy party girl that people think I am because of where I go to school. I'd rather sit in bed and watch Netflix than go out with my friends. I'm not a 4.0 student, but I work so hard in my classes just to make sure that I'm passing. I study a week before tests and still don't always make A's. And that's OK. It's not what I expected during my college years, but it's what's happening, and most of my friends are the same way.

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Just know that life in college isn't all easy, breezy, and beautiful like Covergirl. It's hard and you will struggle whether it be in school or with your friends. College isn't always complete freedom. You'll be tied down with school and life and you won't have the free time that you always imagined. You won't always be best friends with your high school friends. You won't be taking those road trips because you won't be able to afford them, and if you're like me, your parents won't let you.

College won't be exactly what you dreamed it'll be, but it'll be some of the best years of your life.

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