This school year, I started out as a third grader. I liked third grade, but felt it was not enough and too easy. My teacher, principal, and parents all felt that there was more that they could do for me. So after the first quarter and some talking with me, I moved to fourth grade. I could not believe that I had skipped a grade! I finally felt like my mom, who skipped two grades.
It was there that I spent the majority of my school year. I seemed to fit in a little more there in every thing except for my age! I was eight and everyone else was ten or turning ten. Two were even eleven, but that was under very different circumstances. I had always been one of the younger kids. So here I am, in fourth grade, with most of the third graders older than me! As I look back upon the time, it seems very awkward.
But fourth grade was good for me and I learned a lot more. But I was still one of the smartest kids in the class! (-:
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