“There is no way I could have known that deciding to apply for the Collegian would be the most important decision I would make as a student.”
Senior Sendoff: Writing through life
“It felt like I had been pushed against the pavement and could not get back up. However, every Monday the Collegian was still there waiting for me.”
Self-care isn’t selfish
Put your oxygen mask on. You can’t help others if you don’t help yourself first.
Tiny love stories
“For the second year in a row, the Collegian asked the Butler community to share their ‘tiny love stories’ in the vein of the New York Times series of the same name. Spanning from romantic love to self-love, from familial love to platonic love, from love for a pet to love for a hobby, these love stories — all in 100 words or shorter — are sure to tug at even the toughest of heartstrings.”
Subject to change: There’s no shame in transferring
“Just because a university isn’t for you doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with it. There’s a reason there are 4,000 degree-granting academic institutions in the United States. We all have different needs, and, as a result, different environments unleash the best versions of ourselves.”
Senior Sendoff: The bottom of the ninth
“I used to despise writing, but now it has become part of my life, and I could not be more thankful to be in the position I am in today.”
Dawg Days creates genuine friendships
Dawg Days pre-orientation program fosters mentor/mentee relationships with the hope of building community among Butler students.
Your friend is not your therapist
No matter how heroic and strong your friends may seem, they have problems of their own.
Weather got you SAD too?
Seasonal affective disorder affects millions of adults in the United States alone during the Winter months. Because of this, it is especially important to reach out to your friends and family and check in on their mental health.
Senior Sendoff: An Irish Goodbye
Four years after attending my first Collegian meeting, it’s finally time to put a knot in this part of my life, to tuck the pieces beneath my warp strings and move on with something in its place. It’s certainly easier said than done, trying to extricate myself from this glorious tangle of newspaper twine and Slack threads.