The school was large, and split into three sections. It had been built long before the ADA had been enacted, and the additions had been sloppy. David was good about being patient at the doors, even in the bitter winter weather. He watched his father’s winding progress towards the entrance with guilt wafting off him. If he hadn’t gotten into trouble, his father wouldn’t have had to come to a parent-teacher meeting. As it was, the professor was doing a remarkable job at not seeming affected by the sudden change in plans, though he was giving his best disapproving gaze.