It was my second year teaching and my first day at a predominately white school. A parent got upset with me at meet the teacher when he realized that I’m black. He wouldn’t even talk to me. He went to administration and said that I said something inappropriate. On the first day of school he caused a scene, commented that he didn’t like my classroom, and wouldn’t leave until I called the office. My AP came to Me and asked what did I do because they’ve never had a problem with that family. The student was allowed to switch classes the next day. This was just months after my mom passed. I cried so much. I’m now in therapy.