ENGL 101 Chapter : Snow Handdout
15 Mar 2019
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Our first year in new york we rented a small apartment with a catholic school nearby, taught by the sisters of charity, hefty women in long black gowns and bonnets that made them look peculiar, like dolls in mourning. I liked them a lot, especially my grandmotherly fourth-grade teacher, sister zoe. I had a lovely name, she said, and she had me teach the whole class how to pronounce it. As the only immigrant in my class, i was put in a special seat in the first row by the window, apart from the other children, so that sister zoe could tutor me without disturbing them. Slowly, she enunciated the new words i was to repeat: laundromat, cornflakes, subway, snow. Soon i picked up enough english to understand holocaust1was in the air. Sister zoe explained to a wide-eyed classroom what was happening in cuba. Russian missiles were being assembled, trained supposedly on new york city.
