Something I will always remember is when my friends and I walked to the Johnson Museum in the middle of the night and lay in the grass, looking up at the light patterns on the balcony ceiling. It was one of the last nights of our first year, and we were all feeling emotional about how much we had grown, both individually and as a group. Tears were shed, for sure, but it was such a beautiful night. The stars are also so bright here, so the Johnson's lights weren't the only gorgeous thing in the sky.