Cate Roser
I had little idea of what to expect as Yale’s infamous Halloweekend approached. I had heard whispers about it in passing, tales of wild parties and creative costumes, but it always seemed like something I’d never be part of.
In mid-September, I was sitting on my common room couch with two friends when one of them suddenly asked, “What are your costumes for each night?” I was stunned. Not just because they had already begun planning their outfits, but because they were planning multiple costumes — apparently, three to five was the norm. I had barely thought about one…