It's Halloween : My Favorite Time Of School

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

This year, Halloween at St. George’s school brought a wide array of costumes – from movies like Star Wars and Straight Outta Compton, to a unique example of a working vending machine, penguins, cows and a few Donald Trumps. The school held a contest in assembly to determine this year’s best costume: Eazy E aka Hans Senger walked away with a very convincing victory. Overall, it was a fantastic day of distinctive costumes and free candy; we can’t wait to see what next year brings!

Halloween has gone through many changes since it first began. Once, Halloween was a grave time and considered a foreboding sign of the coming of winter. However, over the centuries Halloween has been modernized into a fun and festive time of year for many people, especially for Americans. People of all ages are all able to contribute to Halloween. Millions of Americans spend massive amounts of money every year on Halloween decorations, costumes, and candy.

Mom would be home soon and I was getting kind of bored. I broke through the gaggle of girls barking at Krista, said a quick goodbye and started home. Luckily for me, Krista’s house was only 5 or 10 minutes away from mine. Unluckily for me, I didn’t bring a coat, so I had to trek into the frigid, biting wind that nipped at my body the entire time home. As soon as I reached my house my body was wrapped in a blanket of warmth, the familiar smell of waffles and syrup greeting my nose. Since my mom wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, I didn’t try to sneak back in. Yet to my surprise, as I stomped upstairs I heard a voice coming from her room. It’s probably just Ally on the phone or something, I reassured myself. When I passed by my mom’s room, it wasn’t Ally standing there, it was my mom pacing the room with a worried expression on her face. Something I’ve never seen

Halloween is one of the major events of America’s tradition. I’m fond of the idea of dressing up in awesome costumes. Kids put lots of effort into dressing up and walking down the street, getting candy. It is a big night for trick-or-treating. The trick-or-treating is my favorite part of Halloween. Halloween these days is a threat to our cities. It is one of the deadliest days of the year. For example, the rising in deaths of kids getting hit by cars, the car accidents involved with drunk drivers, and the feeling of being insecure walking at night in the community.

The morning had arrived and I noticed an unbearable hunger in my stomach. Ben and I were miserable as we unwrapped some granola bars and headed on our way down the trail. We had left the tent behind and decided to search for Carly and Jacob. It had been seventeen hours since they took off and we saw them last. As I headed down the gravel road, the sun shined in my eyes and made it almost impossible to see.

Halloween began

Over the years Halloween has drastically changed for me as far as how I celebrate it. My mother raised my brothers, sister and I as Jehovah’s Witness, so growing up we really did not get to participate in any sort of activities that involved the concept of Halloween. In school, we would be removed from the classroom and put into a separate classroom to read or to do homework, because the whole class was doing some sort of activity or creating Halloween deportations to take home. So probably throughout all of elementary school, this was how it was celebrated in my family. As we got older, my older brother married and had a baby; well his wife celebrated all the holidays and did what was “normal” for the holidays. So as we were surrounded by her and her family we slowly started to do go trick or treating with my niece and helping her pick out a costume. So we kind of started to do what was normal, we wanted to fit in. I remember that all the kids in elementary school would ask why I was put into a separate classroom. More towards the time I got to high school and graduated, we really started to participate more and actually dress up. My mother never really got offended. But she would ask why we would dress up? I think as I got older I just changed my mind set and just did what I wanted to do. Even up to know I do not have a

Halloween in the Halls is a night of trick-or-treat fun in the Residence Halls on campus. This program includes Hall Decorations, Activities in the Lobbies of Finegan, North, and Wehrle Hall, and trick-or-treating for children from the MLK Center along with faculty and staff’s children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews in those halls.

It was Halloween again. When I was an eight year old kid I lived in Lakewood, Washington with my little half-brother Torin and my big brother Erik. You see my father had died two months before I was born. I didn’t know him, but his name was Jordan.

My perfect Halloween would be a night of just chilling and watching a marathon of halloween

It was a foggy night on Halloween Many think that the barrier between our world and the underworld are at the weakest point well let's find out Me and my friends love Halloween we can be anyone or anything for only one day out of the year.Every year me and my friends lucy,who is a more scientific person believes every thing should be proven she has black hair blue eyes Parker,wants some money he has blond hair and green eyes and Eleanor is a scaredy cat she has white hair and brown eyes.we take a trip to my parents cabin in the louisiana swamp It is great this time of year because we always go looking for unusual things out of this world things paranormal things. We always see something but you never let them see you!

The closer I seemed to get towards the overpowering entrance the darker the area turned into around me with nothing but stealthy moving shadows and the chilly midnight air. Here I am on top of a ginormous hill surrounded by woods, an antediluvian orphanage, and my two best friends. Looking ahead of me, I observe a towering, brick building, with two columns in front with the shadow of the home looming over us. Why did I let them talk me into this I asked myself over and over again as we approached the abandoned home step by step. I looked at Jess, who is tall, loves adventure and has black hair and said: “Jess, I just don’t think this is a good idea we are going to get into so much trouble if we get caught.”

As I stood up from my cozy nest of slumber my eyes went black from moving too quickly. When I regained my bearings, I made my way to the refrigerator to get a glass of water. Upstairs my dad’s shower was running and I knew I was going to be late. He always had enough time to get his 3-layers of clothes on and watch TV before I even get in the shower. My dad tells me that it’s his normal routine where he has to get up early every morning for work. For me, school comes early enough and 7 a.m. is hard for me to wake up, much less four. When I was finally ready to leave, inside the house I was sweating from all the heat I had built up, but outside I was grateful to have it. Our hunting property is located in Crockett, Virginia which is about 20 minutes from my house. The road was empty and carefully unfolded as our truck lights shinned to unveil it. I was trying to soak up heat from the truck to embrace the cold outside. When we finally reached our destination, I had to leave my comfort in the heat behind in the truck, put on another layer of clothes, and off we went to our tree stand.