This semester for my month of practicum, I knew that I was going to be assigned to a 3rd, 4th, 5th, or 6th grade class. The night before we were getting our placements, I told my roommate that I would be so happy with any grade BUT sixth, because I knew that I would NEVER teach sixth grade. Ever. Well, you can guess what happened the next day. I got my placement.... Sixth grade. I didn't CRY, per say, but I was definitely a little teary-eyed walking through campus. I had a two hour break before I needed to be at work, so I got on my computer and researched the school and classroom I would be in. To add insult to injury, I learned that I would not only be in sixth grade, I would be in an ACCELERATED sixth grade. I lamented that now not only would all of the students be TALLER than me, but they would also be SMARTER than me. So I came to the conclusion that I was supposed to have this experience in sixth grade to confirm the fact that I would never ever be a sixth gra