We’re still getting spooky.
Let’s jump right into it!
Best door decorations of the week
Bridgette Montgomery, second-year social work major and cheerleader, takes this week’s bragging rights for best door decoration.
Bridgette Montgomery earned the bragging rights for this week’s best door decorations. Photo by Colten McCabe
“Everyone else did it,” said Montgomery. “It was peer pressure, but I also like to be festive.”
Peer pressure is not always the worst thing that can happen.
“I’d say my favorite part of the door would be my cat decoration,” said Montgomery.
Montgomery recently got an emotional support animal, which she credits as her inspiration for decorating her door with a cat on it. (Her name is Georgie, and yes, she is very cute).
Candy
Just a side note, candy is fantastic.
Are bags of candy expensive around Halloween time? Of course.
But if you go after Halloween, the candy is on a discounted special price. (I most likely just made the few people who buy their candy after big holidays mad, because their secret has been exposed for the world to know).
Caramel apples
Photo by Colten McCabe
Trading out pumpkin carving for other Halloween-related activities, this week, we caramelized apples!
The only thing slower than your professor’s grading system is watching an apple caramelize.
HOWEVER! Once finished, these treats are absolutely delicious!
Sweet, sour and fun to make? What’s not to love!?!? (It’s just the apple chunks stuck in my teeth, that are fixed into place from hardening caramel that I don’t love).
Costume ideas
Groups: Dunkin’ Donuts. You buy inflatable donuts and wear NBA jerseys. Dunkin’ Donuts.
For singles, couples, and/or groups: Squirrels. They run this campus whether we like to admit it or not, so you can show your appreciation towards the small but creepy snickering, acorn-throwing squirrels by dressing up like them.
If you’re looking for a fight on Halloween night, you could go as one of our campus light poles, since they seem to keep getting knocked down, regardless of multiple attempts by multiple people, warning of the dangers of these actions (#SaveOurPoles #ThisIsYourCampus #Electrocution).
If you and your friends are acrobatic, you could go as the weird circle thing in the loop outside of Centennial, just without all of the nakedness.
Spooky stories
I knew I was in a coma. I think that was the weirdest part. To have people huddled around you knowing they fear your death while you know you’re not dead; the moon mocking you from its cradle of clouds.
I could see them through my eyelids; hear their desperate tears hit the tiled floor.
There were two doctors. The first of which spoke to my parents, friends, girlfriend, etc. He always hugged my mom when he saw her. He genuinely cared about my entire family’s well being. I was thankful.
The second doctor, very similar in look, was the overnight doctor. My parents never saw him, and insisted that the hospital was horrible for not making sure that I was okay throughout the night.
I however, knew he was there. He was very sneaky. He put strange fluids into my IVs and would whisper weird ramblings into my ear. I did not speak the same language, but I knew through his actions and dark eyes, that it was one of hurt. He reminded me of every feeling that I’d had of fear and loss. He wanted me alive for some reason, but he could have gotten rid of me at any moment.
Days turned into months. People come and go, I understand that. Hope is lost, the moon changes its shape. Of course I couldn’t move to see if the moon was still there, but I felt it’s presence glow through the blinds. My overnight doctor hated the moon, so he closed the blinds and forced the room into total darkness.
One night, while changing out my fluids, he slipped on some spilled liquid. He tried to catch himself by grabbing onto the railing but miss judged and cracked his head open on the bed panels. His mistake. The bag he was holding fell onto my covers, the word “poison” scrawled out with a pen. He laid in the same motionless state that I did until someone found him. My parents, now realizing the error of their ways, deeply apologized to the hospital.
Months turned back into days. I awoke to find the moon, the beacon of hope, still floating in the night sky. I arose from the bed, found my clothes that my mother kept for me on the counter, and walked down the hospital halls, wondering how many others had been stuck in the moonlight.
In closing
Keep breathing. Keep fighting. Keep loving.
Hoping the moonlight is still in your world, too.
