You see, I'm a teacher. The stars are the children in my class. My job is to take them in whatever shape they come and shine and buff them and then send them out to take their places as bright, twinkling beacons in the sky.
They come into my room in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they're bent, tarnished, dirty, crinkly, or broken. Some stars are cuddly and soft. Some stars are prickly and thorny.
As I buff and polish, I train and teach my little stars; I tell them that the world cannot do without them. I tell them that they can do anything they set their minds to. I tell them that they can be the brightest, shiniest stars in the sky and the world will be a better place because of them.
Each night as I look at the sky, I am reminded of my very important job and awesome responsiblity. Then I get my soft buffing cloth and my bottle of polish in preparation for tomorrow....for my class of little stars.
-Leah Becke
Love, Mrs. Karns