The moon is a giant white rock in the sky, that is what I use to think anyway. Over the course of a semester many things can change, however. I have learned more about species both native and not native and I was given an assignment to stare at the moon. The first time I started this assignment, I was walking my dog like I do every night. I went down stairs and was like “ok here I go” I looked up and stared. I felt stupid. I did not know if I was looking for something or just looking. I did write down my observations. It was a crescent moon, very bright. But I did not know what that meant to me. The next night I did the same thing and over and over the course of weeks. Finally on a full moon I really saw what I think I was looking for. The moon that night was big, bigger than I had noticed. I had a sense of place. This moon that is there every night it never fails and it makes me feel like a small piece in the puzzle. An important piece, but small. At the same time however, I know that I am where I am supposed to be. I could write down months worth of observations instead I have come to this conclusion, the moon goes through changes much like life. Every month it goes through cycles it changes and develops. I also noticed in my observations that it was not always the same place in the sky. Some nights from where I normally stood I could not see the moon so I would have to walk to the other side of the building. Although I can count on it being there it is not completely predictable. The moon, I think, can be used as a representation for life you know you will get something, but you do not know what that something may be.
Over all I learned more about my sense of place and about the moon itself. Looking at the moon made me realize that things change but always stay the same. And that the goals I am working for, like those of others, mean something people count on me like I count on the moon.