Third Grade Quotes

I once had this massacred afro in third grade. Parts were bigger than others. It was just terrible.

My most memorable teacher was Rich Campe, my third-grade teacher at Fairlands Elementary in Pleasanton, California.

Leadership is like third grade: it means repeating the significant things.

I go to third grade, and I'm scared to death. I'm just 6 years old, and the kids are so much bigger than me.

I was a big baseball player, and my passion in life, in third grade, was collecting baseball cards. That was my childhood thing.

My big break was back in the third grade playing the third monkey in 'Horton Hears a Who.'

I knew Pluto was popular among elementary schoolkids, but I had no idea they would mobilize into a 'Save Pluto' campaign. I now have a drawer full of hate letters from hundreds of elementary schoolchildren (with supportive cover letters from their science teachers) pleading with me to reverse my stance on Pluto. The file includes a photograph of the entire third grade of a school posing on their front steps and holding up a banner proclaiming, 'Dr. Tyson - Pluto is a Planet!'

I only went to the third grade because my father only went to the fourth and I didn't want to pass him.

One way to ensure that all kids will be successful in school and life is by focusing on literacy by the end of the third grade.

I wrote my first short story in third grade.

In third grade, I played basketball with the boys every day at lunch. I had braces that were yellow and purple, and I wore full Laker uniforms to school.

That's the great thing about being in the third grade. If you've got one polysyllabic adjective, everyone thinks you're a genius.

We had rising student achievement across the board because high standards, robust accountability, ending social promotion in third grade, real school choice across the board, challenging the teachers union and beating them is the way to go.

Shaz Khan and I, it turned out, went to school together in third grade.

Once, in third grade, we switched classes and nobody knew until our mother stepped in.

I had lice in third grade, and my mom shaved all my hair off.

In third grade, I had to an oral report on the state of Oregon. I brought up Big Foot sightings, and I remember there was an argument about whether or not Big Foot was valid history. Ever since then I've been thinking about how subjective history is.

I didn't feel so different until maybe, like, around third grade. Kids started blaming me for my people killing Jesus.

My mom is a public school teacher and works with third grade students.

The best I could say about third grade was that it was a more or less continuous state of dread.

I met a girl when I was in third grade. Kids were beating her up - she was deaf - so I walked her home. Her parents were deaf and they gave me the alphabet on a card. I learned it and taught my friends how to do the alphabet - which was outlawed in our school because we used to talk to each other in class.

I was a kid in the third grade ... saw a dummy in the toy store. In the '60s and '70s there were a lot of those vinyl ventriloquism dummies - just about every toy store had one. Everyone close to my age that I've talked to, especially guys for some reason, tell me that they had one too, but they said they never could do it. So many people come up to me and say that. It was just something that I thought was cool. I started doing book reports with it - I developed the skill. I easily got A's on all my reports. It was just something that a little kid grasped on to - so I stuck with it.

You don't have to care about children to care about children. One of the things that I talk a lot about is the fact of the importance of third-grade reading level. By the end of third grade, if the child is not at reading level, it'll drop off. They never catch up.

Too often we act - ask our schools to be truant officers, our teachers to be truant officers, because we're giving them children who have, you know, they're not ready to learn. And if they're not ready to learn by the third grade, they know they're behind.

The earliest recollection I have of being in the kitchen and cooking was in the third grade, and we lived in Germany. And I remember cooking scrambled eggs.