Helen White Butterflies
by Katelyn Head
Birds chirping and bees buzzing, finally spring is among us. Campus is quiet, and the sun is hiding behind the clouds. Sitting in my favorite place, listening to my favorite sounds; these Helen white rocking chairs have been apart of my home for nearly 2 years now. These dorms have given life to me, but also made me brutally weak. It’s the end of an era.
Helen has been the chamber of many of my thoughts, heartbreaks, melt-downs, laughs, and cries. During my time living in Helen, I have learned many things. I have learned that every feeling is temporary, like the smell of the rain in the air. Saturday is supposed to be our biggest storm yet, it seems to have started last night. The actual smell of rain comes from the beautiful plants that currently surround me. When plants are in drought they produce oils in replacement for water, the smell of that oil is what we call the refreshing smell of rain that is so evident today.
I’ve also learned that it’s ok to hurt while living in Helen. It is ok to feel pain and heart ache. It’s ok to cry and not be ok all the time. That’s what makes us human. Like the vibrant fuchsia flowers that surround me, we also need time to bloom. I have learned that what ever is most heavy on you-
take it off, let it go. I have learned to be patient and not to stretch into the person that I am becoming.
I aspire to be like the lively butterflies dancing in front of me. Light spirited, worry free, beautiful, and loved. Lastly, I have learned that great things end, and who I am is entirely up to me. Thank you Helen White for being my cozy home, thinking space, and melt-down central. You are truly a gem.
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I loved this! Although I don’t live on campus in a dorm my house is kinda like my “Helen White”. You used your words very nicely in this article and we all feel them day to day. Great article!
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Katelyn, the imagery you use is stunning. I have never lived in Helen White, but I know a number of people who do live there and they love it. The photos are gorgeous. I’m glad that Helen White has been a place of such strong history for you. Well done!
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Kate this was a beautiful story I loved the great surprise it had I thought your word usage was good. However, your openness and vulnerability were incredible. This was a very touching story and last hurrah to a place that has left a very impressionable mark on your life. I’m so glad that you had the courage to share it with us.
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Kate this was a beautiful story I loved the great surprise it had and I thought your word usage was good. Also, your openness and vulnerability were incredible. This was a very touching story and a one last hurrah to a place that has left a very impressionable mark on your life. I’m so glad that you had the courage to share it with us.
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Kate, I loved the words that you used to describe your home. It clearly expresses your feelings about your home and helps us understand you more. I personally love the mention of the flowers and the butterflies. I love nature and I think they express the greatness of life. I personally am a commuter, but if I had chosen to live in the dorms on campus, Helen White seems like a nice building to stay in. I loved reading your story.
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Katelyn, your story was absolutely amazing to read. Your openness and vulnerability, tying it in with spring-like aspects we always take for granted was stunning. Your feelings are definitely relatable. Your description is stunning, it takes us to Helen White. I’ve always loved that dorm, though I’ve never lived there. When my best friend did, it always felt like home. You captured that perfectly. Good job!
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