 Correct, Z. Third grade. That's two of the happiest years of my life, I'm going to tell you right now. Do you remember your third grade teacher's name? Third grade, third grade, third grade. Probably one of them I remember was Miss A-Rant. We had two Miss A-Rants, and there was a fifth grade Miss A-Rant and a third grade Miss A-Rant. And I remember her because she always sent me out in the hall. And I don't say I didn't deserve it.