By the way, my homeroom teacher teaches us. Anyway, it was probably 11:57 am or something, and I'm the last one there in my group, as usual. My back is turned to my teacher, I'm holding my bag which still contains an unfinished big bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. Anyway, to the point. While my back was turned, a third grader came by. So my teacher says, "Are you ready for 5th grade?"