"I look each of my students in the eyes,

And see the same light that aligned Orion's Blet

And the pyramids of Giza.

I see the same twinkle 

That guided Harriet to freedom.

I see them. Beneath their masks and mischief,

Exists an authentic frustration;

An enslavement to your standardized assessments.

At the core, none of us were meant to be common.

We were born to be comets,

Darting across space and time-

Leaving our mark as we crash into everything,

A crater is a reminder that something amazing happened here-

An indelible impact that shook up the world.

Are we not astronomers-looking for the next shooting star?

I tach in hopes of turning content, into rocket ships-

Tribulations into telescopes,

So a child can see their potential from right where they stand."