I don't remember third grade.
I don't know what's up with that. I remember bits and pieces of the rest of my K-12 life, and I certainly remember the teachers I had, but third grade is a total fog. Like it never happened.
Meego is in third grade now. He and the other third graders at his school did a music program last Friday. Every month or so, the school has a "Pride Assembly" wherein one of the grades or the choir also does a music program. This month was the third grade's turn.
So Magnum and I went, found a spot in the back of the gym and proudly watched as Meego stole the show. Well.... not exactly. Meego's not really the all-eyes-on-me-in-the-center-of-the-ring type. But he did all the Saturday Night Fever moves and moved his mouth as if he were singing most of the time.
And he also got a "Pride Award" during the assembly. Students are picked from each grade during these assemblies to receive these awards for some sort of virtue, and he was one of the recipients. This is the first year he got one without knowing ahead of time. I think the teachers tell the first and second graders just so they know what they're supposed to do when their names are called and don't freak out.
I knew he was getting one, though, as his teacher had tipped me off the day before. It was fun to see the recognition on his face when his name was called and watch him go forward in his cheesy little super hero costume (part of the music program) to get his Pride Pin.
I hope he remembers third grade.