Third grade is like a giant pit with nothing but sharp pointy ice crystals at the bottom. You fall in and you just keep falling and it hurts and hurts but eventually you get rescued. That’s summer.
She is worried about multiplication…
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Third grade is like a giant pit with nothing but sharp pointy ice crystals at the bottom. You fall in and you just keep falling and it hurts and hurts but eventually you get rescued. That’s summer.
She is worried about multiplication…