A number popped into my head today. I really don't know why.

For some strange reason, I can't stop thinking about the number five.

Of course there's five fingers on each hand, each foot has five toes.

You are currently in fifth grade, as everybody knows.

There's twenty school days until FCAT, and twenty divided by four is five.

And it has been, five times ten, years that I've been alive.

There are supposed to be five school days in a full school week.

When the FCAT comes around, what grade does everyone seek?

Yep. That's right it's five again. This is getting kind of strange.

For some reason, in your Morning Work I decided to make a change.

When I enter the Math problems, I usually make up four.

I don't know why, but late last night, I decided to add one more!

Today is January twenty -FIFTH! And twenty-five is five squared!

This is starting to get creepy and I'm getting a little scared.

"Mr. Mac" has five letters. So does "fifth" and "grade! "

After we arranged the furniture, how many groups had we made?

Do you want to know the very worst of these strange "five facts?"

No matter how old each of you is, five is the age you act!