I still remember my first Halloweekend at Oberlin. My friends and I had just left Organ Pump, and outside stood someone I knew. I saw her there, alone and clearly disoriented, standing at the steps of Finney Chapel. We hugged each other, and I invited her to hang out with my friends and I. We watched movies together in the Fairchild House lounge, snacking on popcorn and chatting until suddenly she became very sleepy and eventually threw up. At this point, it was one in the morning, and we decided it was time to turn in for the night; however, there was one problem: she lived all the way in Barrows Hall. Armed with nothing but a thin jacket, shorts, and slippers, my friends and I braved the cold night air in order to deliver my obviously ill friend back to her dorm. Halfway through the walk, I encountered another problem: my fingers and toes going numb from cold exposure. We frantically tried to enter any of the surrounding buildings, but the only place where I could recover was in a dorm lobby. Afterward, we got her to her dorm, able to open the door to her building ourselves, and made sure she made it up to her room and safely into her bed.