Who remembers fourth grade? This was the year that some called Upper elementary, and it did feel like we were not little kids anymore. The subjects got a little more detailed in the information presented and the homework got to be more presentable to the teacher. Fourth grade was the year of starting to really grow in many ways.
Fearful at times, but an
opportunity to change and
understand
rather
that
how
growing up
really
allows for
direction for
everyone.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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