When I was young, I was one of those kids that was really anxious to start school. My junior kindergarten teacher was supposed to come and have a meet and greet with my dad (my mom was in the hospital at that time with my brother). Anyway, I stared out the window in the living room the whole day waiting for her to come. I didn't know how she looked and so I saw everybody who walked or drove past my house as my potential teacher. Eventually, she comes in, talks and leaves. I don't remember what she talked about, being that I was a child and didn't understand adult-speak at that point. Before she left though, she gave me a red apple. I thought she was the evil witch from Snow White. (The teacher was old and retired like two or three years after I went to her class.)