When my daughter was attending kindergarten, I enrolled her in a school I used to attend. I was a bit hesitant at first, but I thought “no one can still be teaching there who taught me.”

Silly me. I went to my first Parent Teacher conference. I heard a familiar voice call out “Yente the Matchmaker!” I was rooted to the floor, probably red faced.

Lets flip back some 20 years before. I had just gone with my parents to see the popular Broadway show “Fiddler on the Roof.” One character was Yente the Matchmaker. Well my 3rd grade teacher told a girl “don’t be a Yente (Yiddish for a nosy person)”. So of course, I thought it was the perfect time to call out “Yente the Matchmaker!” I was sent to the principal. I told him what happened and I defended myself by saying “I thought we were talking about current events because when she said Yente, I talked about the Broadway show.” The principal had no idea what I was talking about but he gave me a pass to return to class.

Fast forward. The very same 3rd grade teacher heard I had enrolled my daughter in school and she was looking over the parents to see if she would recognize me. She did in an instant. While I was turning 50 shades of red, she approached me and hugged me. “I was so mad at you that day, but I have to confess-that was one of the best lines I heard out of a student. Anytime anyone mentions anything about Fiddler, I break up over that line.” We both laughed. The teacher asked me if my daughter was anything like me. I said probably.

It was sad my daughter never got to have that teacher. I took her out of the school when the principal told me that things like learning disabilities and ADHD were just excuses for bad parenting. I was shocked. My daughter was diagnosed with dyslexia and this fool of a woman refused to accept the doctors report or make an effort to understand. I enrolled my daughter in another school that was a bit more progressive.