Fall is always a fun time for me. From the food to the many activities that come with this time of year, autumn has a special place in my heart.
The presence of fall is most apparent during fall break. Unlike other days off, fall break is a special holiday for students. Occurring right after midterms, fall break is a great time to cool down from the stress of school and take time to prepare for the rest of the semester.
Five days of relaxation from the hustle and bustle of the school year were, just what I needed. After blowing through my midterms, earning grades that I was proud of, I knew this break was just what I needed to reward myself for a great start to my senior year.
My break began on Tuesday, where my only class for the day was an 8 a.m. management class. After that, I was home free. I counted down those final minutes of class as the clock hands reached their destined positions, signifying the end of class and the beginning of my break.
I rushed back to my apartment and packed up everything I would need for break before departing for my parents’ house. Then I threw my bags in the back of my car, put the key in the ignition and said sayonara to Gannon and hello to fall break.
With the Erie skyline fading in my rearview mirror and the highway under my tires, my mind was racing with all of the fun activities that I had planned for my break.
While I did have big expectations for my fall break, it was average at best. Don’t get me wrong, my break was great. Between not having to wake up early for class and playing with my dog at home, I’d say it was a really great break.
Some of the expectations I had for break included going to a pumpkin patch, getting a pumpkin and drinking apple cider. My expectations were pretty much akin to those of an Instagram obsessed high school girl, but nonetheless I had big hopes for my break.
While most of those plans didn’t play out, I was still able to get some cider. After a trip to Fuhrman’s Cider Mill with my Mom I was well-equipped with the liquid gold that I had so desired.
So, break was good. I got to go home and see my family and drink apple cider. In addition, I almost went to a haunted house.
Key word here is almost. I was going to go to a haunted house but backed out at the last minute. Some might say this was because I’m a chicken. I’m not going to argue with them, but I stand behind my disapproving view on haunted houses.
I just don’t see the appeal of going somewhere to get scared by people hiding and jumping out at you. It was never something I thought was fun but an activity that would just create stress. I guess to each their own right?
While I didn’t go to the haunted house, I still had fun doing the fall activities that I enjoy doing and that fit my personality.
The lesson here is whether or not you drink that cider, carve that pumpkin or go to that haunted house, fall is special and should be celebrated however you want to. The only thing that should matter is if you have fun with the people you care you.
GABE FULGENZIO
