Fourth Grade

Again, not a whole lot happened. I do remember not being able to find my class on the first day of school. There were some classes inside the main building but my name was on any of the lists by the door. I went out to the temporary buildings. The first building was for 4th grade and the rest were for 5th grade, at least that was what I was told and how it had been the year before. My name wasn't on either door of the first temporary building. I was so upset that I couldn't find my room that I cried. A teacher or someone saw me and came over to help. It was then that I found out there was one more 4th grade class over in the next temporary building that used to be just 4th grade. Mrs. Bernard's class and my name was there.

I think it was also in 4th grade that we had to learn to cut out letters from construction paper. It was a homework assignment in my class and I had a terrible time doing it and didn't do it very well. My cuts weren't crisp and straight, they were sometime torn in appearance. I didn't get them lined up perfectly straight and, worst of all, my Y was abysmal. It was much smaller than the other letters. The whole thing just didn't look good, but I did it and turned it in. Mrs. Bernard graded the letters and passed them back out to the class. After everyone else had gotten their letters back she held up mine in front of the class. "This one didn't have a name on it, whose assignment is this?" The whole class laughed and made comments about how poorly it had been done. The Y looked even more hideous. Holding my head down I had to admit the paper was mine. The grade was a D. I was humiliated.

From then on I learned how to make the letters right with crisp cuts and straight line. I even learned how to mat different colors of the letter behind the top letter. By the time I was in 6th grade I was chosen to make the letters for the posters for the class that hung on the wall for everyone to see all year.

And that was 4th grade.