Usually when you are eight years old you are in third grade. Who was your third grade teacher? Did you like her? Where did you live? Do you have any strong memories of being eight? A picture?
Barb: When I was eight years old we lived in Montclair, New Jersey, where I attended Edgemont Elementary School. My teacher in a combined second and third grade class was Miss Hogan. I had also had her in first grade when she taught a combined first and second grade class. She was a revered teacher, who had taught a slew of accomplished people including astronaut Buzz Aldrin. I adored her.
Edith/Maddie: In third grade I was the short kid with the skinned knees. We had an older teacher, Miss Drumm, who taught us aeronautics, among other things. We learned all the parts of an airplane and how they fly. We each built a wooden one, so we did some carpentry, too. I did a little larceny, as well, stealing two wheels from my brother’s truck.
Liz: In third grade I went to the Pleasant Valley School (it wasn’t really that pleasant) and I had Miss DiMauro as a teacher. She was super sweet and I remember liking her a lot, but I don’t remember much other than that!
Sherry: We lived in Davenport, Iowa. My third grade teacher was Mrs. Kibby and I’m so grateful to her because she worked extra hard with me and is one of the reasons I love to read. I left first grade in the top reading group, but my second grade teacher was awful. She’d fall asleep in class and leave the room for long periods of time. I left second grade in the bottom reading group. Mrs. Kibby not only worked with me in class, but sent extra reading assignments home with me. Every kid needs a teacher like her.
Julie: I had Mrs. McDevitt in 3rd grade. She was small, and very prim. The next door teacher was Mrs. Styles. Mrs. Styles was bigger, wore flowered dresses, and had long gray braids that she wound around her head. Sometimes we got to go to Mrs. Styles’ class. We’d all get up and do this shuffle dance thing while we did our times tables. I loved third grade.
Jessie: I feel like such a downer when it comes to this question! Sorry everyone! I would have to admit that third grade was a pretty terrible year for me. My family moved cross-country, I went to two new schools during third grade and my family was in considerable upheaval on a lot of fronts. One good thing about that year stands out though. Somehow an extremely kind librarian made the decision to allow me to have a library card even though I couldn’t prove residence in her town. She even let me check out as many books as I could carry. That librarian, and Nancy Drew, got me through a lot of tough times that year!
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