bright and cold

[bryiarrose]

walking home from class about twenty minutes ago, the moon was already rising. bright against the sky even without the dark. beautiful. it's far too cold here, or maybe i just need a better hat. classes will be classes, more the kind that made me love carleton to begin with. and i'm going to write about myself... we'll see how far i push, how far i can. it makes me wonder about validity in some ways. why certain things in our lives are considered to be more acceptably important than others, whether or not the less acceptable things may be the ones that change us the most--and the ones we learn the most from in the retelling.