When someone visited your home

When I was in the third year of high school, once my teacher visited my home. She was responsible for recording performance of all students in the class. I was very nervous at that time because I was afraid that my parents and my teacher would tell each other about my bad performance or behavior both at home and school. When my teacher arrived at the door, I introduced her to my parents. After that I made her a cup of tea. I tried to behave very politely. Then we all sat at the table, and I knew the critical moment had come. I was ready to be the subject of their conversation. But it was a relief that the talk turned out to be quite casual. Both parties said they were pleased about me, although they did think I should make more effort in my studies, especially in my math. Before my teacher left, I thanked her for paying us a visit. This experience was memorable for me.