First grade is a big deal. I remember my first day. I remember what I wore – a cranberry sweater vest with a button-down shirt underneath. Thanks Mom. I remember what my Dad said when he walked downstairs and saw me with my books, all ready to go – Joe Cool. I guess sweater vests were cool, I still don’t know who Joe is though. But I was ready. I had the distinct feeling of growing up and I liked it. This was big kid business, and I was all business. I walked into my classroom and was ...