I drive to school with the windows down, drinking a pumpkin spice latte, blasting Taylor Swift’s Red Album. My sweater protects me from the chilly, fall air as I fly past fallen leaves and pumpkin patches. It’s finally fall and not even the impending doom of college applications or questions such as “What do I wanna do for the rest of my life?” can get me down.
I’ve always thought fall was the best season. When I was little, Halloween was my favorite holiday. I’d get sick on Snickers in my Annie Oakley costume, or crazy on candy corn dressed like a Pioneer woman. My costumes always had to be historical, so I often ended up wearing a dress and bonnet of some sort.
As I got older, I liked fall more for its ambiance than Halloween itself. School in the fall just feels right. Summer weather just doesn’t hit the same spot once school starts. When it’s 90 degrees out at 9 am, walking up the hill to advisory, and I’m already regretting wearing jeans, it doesn’t feel like school weather. It certainly cannot compare to crisp, fall weather Georgians get to experience for a week before it turns unbearably cold.
Fall weather is also easiest to dress for. You throw on maybe one layer in the morning, and that’s it. No heavy winter coats or clothes that’ll be too hot no matter what. As October fades into November, I bask in this fleeting weather, which will quickly turn too cold for my ever-thin jacket I wear every year. This year, I’m taking extra time to enjoy my last fall on Spartan Lane.
