3rd grade was...odd.

We had to memorize a bible verse (or five) and read it to our teacher.

It wasn't all bad.

I discovered I was smart from finishing my math beforre everyone else.

It was 10 questions and it was like:

"If you have four apples and give Jimmy 2, how many do you have left? Draw a picture in the space provided to solve the problem."

We got to listen to our teacher read a lot.

I ate a tootsie roll and one of my brackets broke off.

I thought it was a cheerio covered in chocolate.

I wasn't too- what's the word? Ah, smart.

I loved to play outside under the pear blossom tree.

Last year I discovered it wasn't a pear tree.

God, I was stupid.