No season causes me to have as much confusion and nausea as fall. After a suffocatingly hot summer, it seems only natural that I would cheer when the air stops burning my lungs. But with the cool air comes other things, things that sicken me and cause me to want to put a clothespin on my nose and walk around with a blindfold. Join me, fellow autumn haters, in rehearsing why fall is the worst.
