When I found out that I would be in a 2-3 combination as a third grader, I felt like a complete failure! I was sad and cried, thinking it was for "smart second graders and dumb third graders." My mom set me up for a meeting with the teacher, Mrs. Ironmonger who set me straight that I would have to work hard and independently as a smart third grader in her class.

On another note:
When I get bugged by my coworkers, I remember a former colleague who intentionally mis-hypenated them into "COW-ORKERS." Never fails to crack me up.