It might just be the first-week jitters for everyone. It's hard for moms, it's hard for some of the kids, and if the teacher is young and inexperienced, the idea of being left alone with 20+ emotionally-charged semirational children might make it a difficult breaking-in time for her too.
I'm not a mom, but I would wait a couple of weeks and see how it goes before considering switching teachers. After the initial strangeness, your daughter might do really well in that teacher's class. Just a thought but maybe you could invite her over for lunch or dinner sometime soon. That way your daughter could get to know her on her own turf with mom and dad around.
My kindergarten teacher was not a very warm person at all. She would have done a fine job with older elementary school kids, but she just wasn't well-suited to kindergarten.
Most people did okay with her, though it was a bit annoying that she tried to prod me to do things right-handed. I was the size of a toddler and could barely write with the jumbo-sized pencils with my good hand for any length of time. I didn't learn to tie my shoes until second grade (I begged mom to buy me Velcro) because the day I finally got it, she untied them and said I had done it with my hands backwards and to start over. Just try doing it opposite-handed sometime. It's nearly impossible. I found out from my mom a few years ago that the reason she backed off on writing and scissors was that she had called my parents to enlist them to encourage me to do things "properly" and they told her they didn't care what hand I used as long as it was legible. (I still cut right-handed though, because another kid always got the lefty scissors first, and when I finally got my hands on it, it was too hard for me to open anyway.)
I also had a very strict first grade teacher. She'd put the fear of God in you when she raised her voice, but she was also one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. When my mother was pregnant, my sister kept trying to come out early, and mom had to be hospitalized and bedridden for six weeks. My teacher offered to let me and my oldest brother, who was in kindergarten at the time, stay with her. We had an awesome time, and I still hear from her from time to time.
I hope this helps.
I hope this helps.
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