Third grade begins

"I hate school," said Mr. B., getting up this morning for the first day of third grade. So we practiced smiles, one good way I have found to push oneself into a better mood. It worked, more or less. He finally left a few minutes ago reasonably enthusiastic. Not at all grumpy, anyway. There’s hope in River City! When he gets home this afternoon, I’ll start him memorizing the multiplication tables. My father forced me to learn them all in one, long evening. But Mom thinks we should try them one-at-a-time. He is a good memorizer. We shall start with nine.

0 responses to “Third grade begins

  1. Already to school? Not fair – it is still summer! Not until the Labor Day.
    I sympathize with Mr.B

  2. We definitely agree. Some politicians, however, would like to make it year-round, with no vacation at all.

  3. “I hate school” means only one thing: you got a healthy red-blooded boy. Not a wuss certainly.

  4. Dick Stanley's avatar Dick Stanley

    I suppose, though a school lover would be easier to deal with.