Tonight while on my way to take a test that I was sure I would fail, I walked with my nose high in the air, gazing at the stars out of habit. Amidst the hussle of students hurrying to the game I saw a beautiful and oddly graceful falling star. This was no shooting star. It was distinctively and boldly falling. My test-passing peers hurried on and missed the sight I smiled over for minutes. I'd take that over a high grade any day. Perhaps that's my problem, I can't get my nose out of the stars.