The Star That Guides Me.

I remember my fifth grade teacher calling me to the back of the classroom, where she was seated at one of the few tables.  This was the one time I was actually excited to speak to her, and that was only because my friend, Colby told me that our teacher was praising my poem.  Now let me just say, my teacher hated me.  Now I know what you're thinking, every student thinks their teacher hates them, but mine actually did.  I think she was possessed by some demonic forces, even though she was teaching in a Catholic school.  Personally, I think it was a cover up.  Anyways, she was talking to every student in our class for a few minutes discussing the poem they wrote for a contest.  I remember the title of the poem had to be either "Angels" or "The Star That Guides Me"-- I chose the latter.  It was such an ego boost for my young little self that this teacher who legitimately hated me was giving me compliments.  I ended up winning the contest which included a whopping ten dollars (oh I was hitting up Claire's later), and my picture in the local Catholic paper (still to this day my picture has never appeared), but I was so excited.  Then my teacher went back to hating me.