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Fourth grade science experiments were basically an excuse to make a mess in the name of education. Like, let's mix some baking soda and vinegar and call it a "volcano." Now, as an adult, the only explosive reaction I have is when I realize I forgot to set the DVR for my favorite show.
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Fourth grade was that magical time when we learned about fractions. I thought I was becoming a mathematician, but in reality, all I mastered was how to share a pizza equally with my friends. Real-world application, right?
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You ever notice how in fourth grade, we thought cursive writing was the key to adulthood? Like, suddenly looping our letters together would unlock the secrets of being a grown-up. Little did we know, it's more about paying bills and less about fancy penmanship.
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Remember the excitement of earning gold stars in fourth grade? It was like a currency of success. Now, as an adult, my version of gold stars is remembering to water the plants and not burning dinner. Adulting level: expert.
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Fourth grade was when we first discovered the power of a well-placed excuse. "The dog ate my homework" became a legendary phrase. As an adult, the only thing eating my work is the never-ending cycle of emails in my inbox.
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In fourth grade, we were all experts at passing notes in class without getting caught. It was like a covert mission. Nowadays, passing notes is replaced by sneaking a quick text during a boring meeting. Some skills are just timeless.
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In fourth grade, we were taught the importance of recycling. Fast forward to today, and I'm proud to say I still recycle... ideas for avoiding social events. Reduce, reuse, and avoid awkward conversations – the adult way.
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Remember in fourth grade when everyone wanted to be the line leader? It was like being the king or queen of the classroom parade. Now, as an adult, being the line leader means navigating the grocery store checkout with maximum efficiency.
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Remember those timed math tests in fourth grade? It was like training for an imaginary math Olympics. But now, as an adult, the only race I'm participating in is trying to calculate the fastest route to the coffee machine in the morning.
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