varying degrees of light

Tonight, I was reminded as to why I signed up to major in English: Writing.
And then I remembered that one time on the bus ride back from our senior trip (Omaha zoo and mystery dinner theatre on a train... that was awesome). It was pouring rain and the streets well very well flooded, the giant yellow school bus trudging along and them in the back, licking each other and letting off four years of ridiculous behavior and drama. We were in the front, calm and collected and sweating the moisture off of us. We went around the circle and discussed what one thing we wanted to do before we died - something of a legacy or accomplishment with what we knew of ourselves at the moment (which, the time being, we thought was a hefty amount). I said I wanted to write a novel.

Sarah, was that esoteric?