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Diatribe: Halloweekend Edition

Oh, Halloweekend. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? As Halloweekend comes to a close, I thought it would be appropriate to reflect on one of the greatest weekends at college. Or, is it actually a horrible, stressful series of days disguised as a fun time? I think a little bit of both.

The month of October leading up to Halloween brings back memories of our childhood, when we watched the 13 Nights of Halloween on ABC Family (the correct name) and carved pumpkins with what we thought were Van Gogh-like designs. Many of us still love to watch Halloween movies, because even as we get older, Hocus Pocus just keeps getting better and better. However, we don’t always have the time to engage in other Halloween traditions anymore. We aren’t with our families to carve pumpkins or decorate the house.

So, what do we do instead? Engage in the stressful cycle of preparation for Halloweekend. Stress about costumes. Stress about party plans. Suffering through the cold while wearing next-to-nothing (cue Cardi B). Sometimes parties aren’t as fun as expected or costumes don’t come together as we planned. The mustaches that I ordered for my Luigi costume came the day after Halloweekend. Do I now have to wear them next weekend so my money doesn’t go to waste? Is all of this worth it?

I understand the purpose of Halloweekend at college. It’s a new type of tradition that we can look forward to that replaces our old childhood traditions. But, the point of having a fun tradition is actually having fun. I don’t remember dreading Halloween because I was worried about what I was going to wear or whom I was going to trick-or-treat with. As long as I got more candy than everyone else, I was happy. While social pressures are inevitable as we get older, life shouldn’t be so different to the point where the stress of a fun tradition takes away most of its fun.

So, buy the costume, go to the party, but remember that you still wore the costume and went to the party even if you didn’t post about it. And if you’re feeling really crazy, maybe go trick-or-treating around Chestnut Hill next year. I bet people who can afford to live here give out the big candy bars.

A gal who likes to read, write, and listen to Rihanna (the three Rs).