I loved my first grade teacher. Her first name was Dorothy, the same as my grandmother's. She was interesting and seemed to devote a lot of time to me... and I loved her... until she sent home the note.
I didn't ask for too many details, even when I heard the word "farm" being thrown about. Because a farm is just a less exotic zoo with no concession stand, right? And maybe I'd get to pet a bunny or a baby pig.