As three-year-old me walked through the hallway of my new preschool, I was excited for new opportunities to come. The doors of my preschool acted as a portal to a new world. New friends, new teachers, new puzzles to solve, and new books to read.As we arrived at my new classroom, my mother pulled the doors open and my teacher came over to greet me. Her blonde curls and wide smile greeted me first as she squatted down to my level. After she opened her mouth to say hello, however, I realized something.Although ...