Third grade was just like any other year before it. School nights were filled with doing homework and weekends were filled with sporting events. One incident that made third grade different than any other year is that it was the first time that a girl had really gotten me into any trouble and made it so a teacher wrote a note to my mother. In third grade, I became a man.
Let me tell you, there are a million reasons that a teacher would have to write a letter to a student’s parent but I pretty sure that my situation is not a regular occurrence for an eight year old. For the first time in my life sex would get me into trouble. Yes, you read that correctly, my eight year old self that had not even reached puberty yet was already getting into trouble from sex. What could a third grader possibly know about sex? That’s a good question because I did not know a thing about the subject.