I arrived at the school for my parent/teacher meeting. As I walked in the building, I saw the teacher taking down a decorative display in the lobby. I waited until all the teachers were finished discussing a new display before assisting with the clean-up. We carried everything back to the classroom and I waited for the teacher to begin discussing my child. I stood silently and stared at the teacher. The teacher tilted her head slightly and asked if I needed help with something. “Don’t we have a meeting today?” In my mind, I began questioning if I had gotten our meeting date wrong. The teacher looked like she couldn’t decide between laughing out loud and hugging me. “I was your child’s teacher LAST year.”