I began leaning to the right... Some of my dearest friends were born this year.
My third grade teacher was Mrs. Furlow. She had a bit of a temper. She was a hot redhead and, we think, a bit racist. My grades, although still high, dropped a lot. It was the first time I'd had to really work at school since I'd learned all my brother's work up until third grade. Now this was new stuff...oh crap. My parents began talking to me about grades. I drew pictures and wrote stories too much.
I didn't like football...just the sweatshirts. I liked the Cardinal shirt because it was red.