Fourth grade was both a high and a low in my academic career. I had a fantastic teacher, Mr. Bennett, who encouraged my intellectual curiosity. He introduced me to the Narnia series, which I quickly devoured, and the “I Wish I Were” songs, which entertain me to this day. It was in fourth grade that I cheated on a test for the first (and last) time, earning me my first (and last) after-school detention. Worse than the detention, though, was disappointing Mr Bennett. I never cheated on a test, again, but I continued to read and sing and be curious.
Dress, Parker. Shirt, Banana Republic. Leggings, Allen B. Boots, Blondo. Earrings, gift. Bag, Steve Madden.
Today, I relived fourth grade, but there was no Narnia, no singing, no cheating, and no Mr. Bennett. It was just me and a twenty-eight fourth graders doing math (and new math!), vocabulary, and reading. We did squeeze in a little fun with my “What Are You Doing?” game and Silent Ball.