5th grade

I remember fifth grade vaguely. I learned what a double negative is, wrote a nice poem that won an award about the Statue of Liberty, and learned that I like to be in control of situations or on my own. I also wrote my first short story about having super powers, which I always thought would be cool. Not like Spiderman super powers where he cannot get the girl (but who'd want to, unless she got a teeth job.) I read it to my grandmother over the phone who tried to teach me to show and not tell and to use action rather than passive voice -two things I only learned years later. So today I am beginning a journey teaching literacy to fifth graders, and I barely remember what that was like. This is crazy, wild. O' great spirit, why am I here? It's only 5.5 more days. Just one week, then I can go back to my safety of where things make sense and desks fit me.