Why Halloween restores my faith in humanity
By Cat Moure | Nov. 6, 2013On Halloween night, I paraded around downtown Gainesville in search of a place to dance with my friends.
On Halloween night, I paraded around downtown Gainesville in search of a place to dance with my friends.
It was a typical night for the Moure family the night I received my acceptance into the University of Florida.
Guys it’s going down. Cue the wolf howls, ghosts, zombies, thunder, pumpkins, witches, skeletons and the divine distribution of candy.
I've been a klutz ever since I started wobbling around on my own two feet as a toddler. My dad always had to warn me, “Caterine, watch where you’re going!” I was the typical toddler distracted by anything that moved, made sound or sparkled.
It’s a recurring experience: uncomfortably avoiding the people that flier in Turlington. As you stroll on by, these people usually wear blank looks on their faces that scream “please, just take it” as they eagerly shoot their arm out, flier in hand.
Have a big test tomorrow? Partying tonight anyway?