This year in school was interesting.
It started with a split class of third and fourth graders under Mrs. Hand. But that ended halfway through, and I ended up in just a fourth grade class under Mrs. Tinonga.
We were in the back corner of the school, and one lunch break, I remember a guy named Chris carrying around a weak honeybee on his finger all period, and then just before the bell ringing getting stung.
This year I also started playing trumpet. I had thought of playing trombone, but upon learning that trombone's don't have the melody, I was convinced to play trumpet. I ended up playing through my entire school career.