By Jane Aronds
October 31. A time of scares, candy and mischief for adults and children alike. For adults and children but me, that is. This Halloween, I decided to celebrate by doing something even scarier… college applications.
Decked out in my vintage devil costume, I grabbed a supersized bowl of candy corn and headed to my basement as if walking to my doom. I started by turning on the radio. Every stressful situation calls for a little mood music, right? Monster Mash was playing— classic.
Struggling to focus, I booted up my computer. After being distracted (as usual) by my desktop background of three kittens in pumpkin costumes, I snapped back to reality. Right, college applications. I typed in the URL for the Common Application’s website. It froze. A prompt popped up: “We are experiencing some technical difficulties. Please be patient.” I might be superstitious, but it seemed like my computer was haunted. I was shoveling in yet another handful of candy corn when the website finally loaded. A hallelujah chorus went off in my head as I wiped away tears of joy.
Now time for the hard part. What was my password?!
Thirty tries later, I finally cracked the code. Why I made my password the name of my old goldfish beats me, but at least I was in.
All I had to do was press submit. It was 11:48 p.m. The Final Countdown started to play from the radio. The race was on.
I filled out the basic information with lightning speed (is there a scholarship for that?), signed my FERPA waiver (what even is a FERPA?!) and narrowed down my college list. I made sure to add Syracuse—the orange color suited my Halloween mood.
Exhausted, I lay down for a minute… or what I thought was a minute. When my alarm sounded the next day, I was so startled that I fell off my couch and dented one of the horns from my devil costume.
Although I missed my early action deadlines, at least my struggle helped me to pick next year’s costume. I’ll be the scariest thing I can think of— the Common App itself