October always seems like such an inspiring month. I’m not sure why. It makes me want to wear warm, thick sweaters that have ugly patterns on them. It makes me want to call my dad and ask him to play football with me out in the yard. With the leaves falling all around us. It almost makes me wish that I had a little sister around that would ask me to help her make a big pile of leaves and we would jump in it together. Yes, I know, I’m a walking, blogging cliché. No one ever really does this stuff. My sweaters aren’t ugly and the only pattern that I can think of are stripes. Me and my dad don’t even live together, let alone throw around the ol’ pigskin. I think I’ve jumped in a pile of leaves once in my life. I was in third grade. And that was back when I used to pretend I was in the circus if that means anything. For me October wants to mean those things, but instead October really means rugby practice and the end of cross country. It means being able to finally start wearing the sweaters that I started buying in the middle of July. It means carving dirty things onto pumpkins (one word, Pimkin pumpkin) and throwing pumpkin guts around my mom’s clean kitchen. Dealing with those annoying decorations that sing stupid songs like monster mash. Not being able to walk outside barefoot unless my feet are prepared to freeze. Putting on more than just my boxers. Girls don’t go outside in bikinis anymore. Long-boarding less and less. Girls stop showing as much leg as they used to. Tans fading. Hair growing longer. Notebooks aren’t as full. Jeans are finally starting to fade. Little kids walking home from school with gloves on, carrying their Halloween treats. Stores are more full of candy than you can even imagine. Everywhere you look you see costumes. Trees are full of more jagged angles and definitely are not green anymore. Trying to decide who’s party will be better. Is dunking for apples sanitary? Who should I ask to be the butthead to my beevis? My sunglasses are going out of style and I can’t wear them inside anymore. I start to read more and lounge outside less. I need more blankets and when I wake up it’s still really dark. More homework to do and stressing more about grades. Preparing for the end of term. Who’s going to ask me to Sadie Hawkens dance? October is the month of change. But then again, it all changes again in December and again in April and even more in May and June. Change can be a beautiful thing. I think all of these things certainly qualify for beautiful.
-Drake Tonguedownyour Throte
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