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Smedley chattered on and on at Friday's breakfast table about third grade. Sparky seemed reserved, so I tried to draw her out.
"How do you like your new teacher, Sparky?"
"Any new kids this year?"
"How do you like going to school for the full day?"
"It's NOT a full day."
Mama tripped a trip wire. "Well, they call it a full day because you don't go home at lunch time; you stay until 3:00."
"But it's NOT a full day! We don't stay there until dark, you know." Hostility.
"Sparky? Whatsamatter, honey? I thought sure you'd like first grade."
"I do, it's just . . . well, we didn't learn anything new. It's exactly like kindergarten. I knew all the answers already. It was really easy."
I assured her that by the end of the week she'd be doing trigonometry and open heart surgery and she seemed relieved. Problem solved.
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