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Pauley Pavilion Opening

First Year Belles, Sara and Nicole at the Pauley Opening
I have only known Pauley Pavilion as a large, closed off structure that I only vaguely noticed as I walked to campus. Rushing past construction workings, attempting to avoid large bulldozers and equipment as I sped down BruinWalk with my iPod blasting, I had no even considered the purpose or history of the building. Then, in a rush of donors, bright lights, and the rolling of red carpets, I was able to witness the unveiling of the new Pauley Pavilion.
First Year Belles Sara, Andrea, & Stevie
A night of elegantly dressed donors, casually mingling with champagne, I was in wonderment of the prestige and sleekness of the Pavilion. I never would have guessed what was occurring behind that chain link fence last year as I passed by would lead to such an awe-inspiring structure. As a bruin belle representative, I welcomed guests and helped with the security and planning staff in charge. I felt privileged to stand there with my Bruin Belle nametag. Many donors attending the gala even commented on my association with Bruin Belles. Three other women stated with smile that they were once Bruin Belles when they attended UCLA. It made me feel further honored to wear the title of Bruin Belles because of the history of our organization and its lasting image as being a professional group of young women leaders united for a philanthropic purpose. With the witnessing such a historical event manifested by the main ceremony of performances and musical presentations- it made me proud to call my self a bruin and… more a Bruin Belle.

Sara Morrisset
First Year Belle


Bruin Belles in Front of the John Wooden Statue

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