Though I was told I must have been having too much fun as apparently it’s not commonplace to laugh in the presence of chainsaw-wielding clowns and being ‘buried alive’. In fact, even my hatred of scary things has dissipated as I noticed in the plethora of haunted houses I experienced over the weekend. In the Octobers as of late, I also find enjoyment and slightly less judgment in dotting the month with one of my favorite shows, Scream Queens (unrelated to the aforementioned film). There are few things I find more entertaining than a night in the city, in costume, going from party to party or venue to venue, bonding (or creating rivalries) with anyone you happen upon wearing the same ensemble. Isn’t that lovely?Īs an adult, though, I view Halloween in a much different moonlight.
#I understand that i will never understand movie#
Lastly, Halloween is especially fun when you hate scary things that tends to happen when as a small child you were made to watch the Scream movie and subsequently told the crazed killer was going to break in through your bedroom window at night and stab you. This pessimistic feeling of dread surrounding Halloween as a kid was only amplified further by the helicopter-parent run parties at your elementary school, unless of course, your school decides to ‘cancel’ Halloween one year to cut down on costumes being an “educational distraction” while you were encouraged to instead wear orange or black as a ‘substitute’. To make the holiday even better, I don’t like chocolate (that’s ‘weird’, trust me, I already know) which was the primary type of candy handed out in a neighborhood where a good number of people turned their lights off when you got within twenty feet of their house.
Often times I had trouble finding a costume I actually wanted, as opposed to choosing what was in-store, and I was quite particular. I want to stand and speak in front of crowds with confidence, but my mind and body hold me back.Īs a kid, I didn’t think too highly of Halloween. I know I am a good student, but I always feel like I am worthless. It varies for different people, obviously, but for me it detracts from everything I want to be. That is plain and simple what anxiety is like. Aggh I don’t know anything, I’m going to fail, my teacher will hate me, everyone will hate me, I’m going to die… From zero to one hundred, my mind spiraled around ideas of failure and awkward disappointed looks from people I wanted to impress. Then I made the mistake of checking my work. My heart rate spiked and slowed inconsistently, and my breath was short.
#I understand that i will never understand code#
I sat down, signed the honor code and began answering questions swiftly…until oh no, what is this? I don’t remember this being on the guide…could it mean this? WHY do I have to do this in pen? Whatever, I know this is wrong, but honestly the shame will hurt me more than a few lost points.
I ate breakfast (and by that I mean I nibbled a granola bar) in homeroom, feeling relatively prepared for my comparative government test next - as that is what I had studied the most.
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