With only one year -- kindergarten -- under our belts and no older sibling to pave the way, I'm still fairly new to all of this. When you find yourself throwing your hands up in the air and wondering, "is she even trying?" please know the answer is yes.
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.