AYINDE J. STEVENS
Student Voice Editor
Now I know that it seems odd to be talking about Halloween in November, but for the past two years we have been tricked rather than treated to a normal Halloween by Mother Nature. Between “Snowtober” and Superstorm Sandy, which also came with a snowstorm, it seemed as if the Eastern Seaboard was cursed.
If it happened again this year I could imagine the Halloween spirit being so crushed it would take another generation just to get it back.
While I was here for “Snowtober,” otherwise known as the 2011 Halloween Nor’easter, I recall the dangerous beauty that came with it. Whole branches were coming undone by the crushing weight of the snow.
Of course the weirdest thing to me was there were no trains due to the storm, to me a train passing by campus is as regular as the guy at the Grill who screams out “Hi Honey,” on a nearly daily basis.
Now in regards to Sandy, I was not here for the chaos that she dumped on our laps. I was 3,000 miles away at Wroxton but I had sympathy for Halloween lovers back home who were denied the chance to celebrate their favorite holiday for a second time.
Also finding out that the Greenwich Village Halloween parade, a New York tradition for four decades, cancelled their festivities due to a lack of insurance, was the final nail in the coffin for me.
On campus, the Haunted Mansion event – one of the College at Florham’s traditions – was cancelled for the second year in a row because of a major weather event.
In 2010 I participated in the Haunted Mansion and I had so much fun that I thought I would do it again the next year. So I was surprised and a bit heartbroken when it was cancelled in 2011 and again because of Sandy.
Of course at the same time I was having some mixed feelings about Halloween.
Now when you are a kid the whole point of Halloween is getting dressed up in a costume, going out for candy, watching scary movies or Halloween specials and above all having fun.
When I was a kid, I valued the candy above all else. It was literally the one time my parents let my sister and me have all the candy we wanted; we would even try to prevent my dad from finding it so he wouldn’t take any for himself. He found the candy every time, but at least we tried.
However, as I grew up and we moved from the old neighborhood in Brooklyn to one were Halloween equaled increased police presence, its importance on the calendar decreased.
Even going to the parade, something my parents held over my head because of the ‘you’re too young’ phase of life, delayed the inevitable, going back home to where Halloween was feared not celebrated.
So no surprise that when I moved to college, my love for Halloween was as nonexistent as the Great Pumpkin (sorry, Linus). I didn’t even dress up.
Yet now that I think about it, if it wasn’t for Halloween not happening twice it wouldn’t have made me realize how much I missed it. I also realized what life is like without it, barring a natural catastrophe, and it stinks.
After all, Halloween is like Christmas; it is not just a day on the calendar, you have to own it.
Granted, I’m still on the fence about going trick-or-treating after a certain age, but as long as you’re having fun who am I to judge.
So when Halloween came last week with a hazy and overcast day, I greeted it like a long lost friend because compared to past Halloweens, this was the perfect one.
It is good that everything is back to normal, well almost, the Yankees didn’t make the playoffs this year. Baby steps, everyone, baby steps.