When I started teaching this year I remember being panicked at the idea of parent teacher conferences. I'm not an adult, I'm a 23 year old child teaching children. I thought all the parents would see right trough my Walmart pencil skirt and obnoxiously perfect teacher glasses. They would questions my abilities, my authority, my credentials.
Last night I sat there in the gym, behind one of those cafeteria tables, waiting. I didn't feel like an imposter anymore. I felt like a teacher, and I had a million things to say about each kid.
Two parents came. Two.
And now, more than ever, I know what it means to be a teacher.