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A Work in Progress 3

The rest of the afternoon had a strange ominous feel about it. I had never had a parent come to talk to me the day before their child come into my class. I usually contacted them as soon as I found out about an addition to my roster. Despite all of my assertions that this family was no different then any other I knew that this mother would expect me to act differently around her and her son. Not that I was about to do that. I was working on preparing for the next days activities when I heard a faint knock on my door. I knew it was Gillian Bren only because I did not hear a child yell my name immediately after the knock. I turned to look at the woman that I was sure would make my teaching more difficult. Mothers like her often wanted teachers to go through ever educational distinction with them so that they could tear down your strategies and make suggestions that they were sure that would be so much better. I had pictured as having big blond hare and every part of her appearance carefu