I had a third grade teacher, Mrs. Futch (yeah, yeah, you aren’t the first one to think that). She was amazing, and magical. She could play the guitar, and every Friday the third grade classes would open the walls between the rooms and we would all sing together as she taught us and played the guitar. Everyone in the school wanted to be in third grade. And every third grade student wanted to be in Mrs. Futch’s class. This video reminded me of that class.