I'm afraid the closest I can get to fourth grade in my mind is South Park.
My actual fourth grade experience was at Aragona Elementary School on Jericho Road in Virginia Beach from 1964 through 1965 under the auspices of the evil Mrs Munyon ... who got my ass in more trouble than any other teacher in the entirety of my school days.
The educational value of her misguided propensity for calling parents at 8:30 pm so daddies could drag their children out of bed and beat them continues to escape me. I wasn't the only student of hers to suffer this consequence.
Naturally, I have little to say regarding the matter except no wonder I hate teachers.
Today is National Fourth Graders Day. It is observed every second Monday in January and on this year falls on the 9th.
It is said that fourth graders assume more academic challenge in those didactic areas of math, reading, writing, social studies, science, as well as art, music, world language, and physical education.
I'm afraid the woke teachers being permitted to indoctrinate the school children ruin all of that in my mind.
So if your 9 or 10 years old I hope you acquire those skills which will take you through life and ignore the lies and subterfuge your green haired gay woke bitch teacher might wish to throw in the mix.
Discernment and learning, NOT indoctrination and falsehoods.
You're there to learn history and not fabricate and rewrite it to adapt to some false narrative the woke morons might wish.