November is at last upon us. But before we embrace the new month let’s just take a minute to think about Halloween and whether it really is a celebrated tradition or just another excuse to lose your dignity on a night out.
Halloween typically involves carving pumpkins, apple bobbing and trick-or-treating; activities that I believe should be dropped the moment you turn 14. You no longer look cute demanding candy when you have a sorry excuse for facial hair and your outfit is no longer bought from the supermarket. Rather you just took off a couple of layers.
This year we just had one trick-or-treater knock on our door and really it’s more of a trick-or-treat for them. A child knocking on the door of a student house is hardly going to be threatening. Egg our house? Go on then, it will match the mould on the wall. Squirt fake blood at us? We’ve already got plenty of ketchup stains on the floor, no biggy. You want sweets? I can literally offer you a granola bar and some frozen peas.
After the trick-or-treaters have been kind enough to take our coppers in their pumpkin buckets it’s time for the students of Nottingham to turn ferral. Walking through Lenton after dark is scary enough on a normal night without the added ‘wolves’ howling, screaming nurses and bloodthirsty zombies who are unable to stand up unaided.
This however, is not just a once a year occurrence at university. This scary, drunken revelry takes place over a week. Every club is maximising their profits during Halloween by opening their doors to a greater number of students, staying open for longer and providing us with insane drinks deals.
The week of Halloween is not just full of red-eyed students at night, but also the next day in lectures. This seems rather full on as I can’t think of a single person who genuinely celebrates Halloween for the feast that it is. It just seems to be an excuse for students to behave more idiotically by getting all next-level with their pranks and to drink far more than is socially acceptable in order to keep raving until six am.
As such a highly anticipated and advertised event, it also makes students a lot more susceptible to becoming victims of crime. Burglaries increase overnight, and what one person takes to be a ‘slutty nurse’, another might see as an easy target. Coupled with more than a few drinks the scantily clad student populace become even more vulnerable. Favouring my dark chinos over a lace corset I value both my safety and dignity.
To be honest I’m glad it’s all over, not that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy four nights of Thriller, but it’s a celebratory time of year that can easily get out of hand. Plus all the face paint and markers did my skin no favours in keeping it clear. I won’t miss the bloodstained boobs look that so many students seem to favour, nor will I miss those freaky horse masks. Here’s to the next big event of the year, with hopefully slightly less zombie and slightly more elf.
Photo: Caitlin Monahan (Flickr)