by Rosemary Ruffenach - TCDailyPlanet.com
As kids we used to jump rope on the school playground chanting, "First grade babies/ Second grade tots/ Third grade angels/ Fourth grade snots." I couldn't wait to become one of those snots. It sounded so, well, teenagie.
I was thinking a lot about fourth grade after this week's all-district school staff meeting. Usually they are ho-hum affairs. Some staff bring knitting; others haunt the coffee urns. But this one brought tears to my eyes-a first.
