First day of third grade. It's here.
While I have the story of my sister saving me from a nail I never felt enter my foot, I am not in the bragging mood because....
My third grade teacher was also my first grade teacher. The excruciating agony. The torturous memories. I have to go through it all over again.
And, not only that, "the bully" is in my class.
I see him. He sees me.
His eyes narrow.
I narrow mine right back.
This year is gonna be historic.