3rd Grade

Mrs. Nicholson was my 3rd grade teacher. I wore french braids almost every day. I practiced piano every morning before school. My sweet pretend brother was born that year. We now call him Bubba. Mrs. Nicholson had young daughters. I wanted to be a mama like her when I grew up. We visited my aunt and uncle in Texas that year. It was the first time I'd ever flown on an airplane. I got my name on the board for pulling Jacob Sterenberg's hair. Mrs. Nicholson told him I teased him because I liked him. That made me cry and run to the bathroom. I hid on top of the toilet seat so that no one could find me. I had a red notebook. We kept our notebooks on a shelf at the back of the room. I learned to draw pretty flower vines. I made flower vine drawings for everyone I knew. I don't remember a single friend from that year. I'm fairly certain I had a lot of friends. I gave Mrs. Nicholson a sun tea pitcher for a gift at the end of the year.

Isaac starts 3rd grade tomorrow. Mrs. Nicholson is his 3rd grade teacher. I wonder what things he'll remember about this year when he is 34...