i roamed the halls with all the other parents, looking dazed and lost. finally i found each and every room and most teachers. we talked, well, mainly i listened. what i really wanted to do was just meet them. i wanted to learn a name and a face, and hear a voice. a voice that tells me about my daughter, things i pretty much already knew about her. there are surely many things about my daughter that neither the teacher nor i will ever know. but, i met all but two of the teachers and they met me.