This summer I did something Halloween themed that was utterly stupid and I need to talk about it.
I absolutely love Halloween. I love dressing up. I love watching scary movies. I especially love the book I recently purchased titled The Big Book of Ohio Ghost Stories. And up until recently, I thought I loved being scared. But for all the ghost stories I had loved reading, I myself had never lived one.
For the second year in a row, we were fortunate enough to have two Halloweekends, which means anywhere from two to seven opportunities to celebrate this spooky time. But, I mean is next weekend even a Halloweekend? Feels more like Mamma Miaweekend to me, but that’s probably because we celebrated too early. PEEPS Halloween kicked off spook week, so we asked our new first-year writers to reflect on their first Kenyon Halloween.
This weekend was Kenyon’s Halloweekend, which means many of you spent your eves romping around campus in costumes that varied from poorly executed puns, to niche references that read to maybe 5% of the student body, to inexplicably sexy professions and/or notable figures (and however you put this fit together, it probably cost too much money to make it worth it). I don’t mean to rain on the joys of Halloween. In fact, I love Halloween. Halloween slaps. Halloween is my middle name! Halloween is my fucking birthday! (But actually, Halloween is my literal birthday.) I just—Okay. Frankly, I find the college culture of Halloween to be disappointing. No one seems to care about pumpkins anymore. The audience for my references to the Halloweentown movies (Halloweentown, Halloweentown II: Kalabar’s Revenge, Halloweentown High, and Return to Halloweentown) is dwindling. CANDY HAS BECOME A PRACTICALLY IRRELEVANT COMPONENT TO THE HOLIDAY. I long for the days when I’m finally a real adult, and I can dress up far too complexly for my age and just give out the king-size candy bars to adorable children who actually understand and appreciate the spirit of Halloween. BUT I DIGRESS. Let’s get to the update, because that’s what you’re actually here for, right?
It’s that time of year when mischief is afoot and the fake blood is flowing. Impress the Kenyon ghosts and suit up in your Halloween best because there ain’t no rules when it comes to gettin’ spooky. Here at The Thrill we want to honor your creative, Halloween ambitions so enter The Thrill’s costume contest and show us the best you got!