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´´It was a three story building wooden building , with two wings that gave it the shape of a double t connected by a central hall.
''Hopley joined us with a large book and some papers in her hand. She, too, sat down and the questions and answers began by way of our in interpener.''
''Next to one of these doors Miss Ryan placed a large chair for herself and a small one for me. Keeping an eye on the class through the open door she read with me about sheep in the meadow and a frightened chicken going to see the king, coaching me out of my phonetic ruts in words like pasture, bow-wow-wow, hay, and pretty, which to my Mexican ear and eye had so many unnecessary sounds and letters.''
Like the first grade, the rest of the Lincoln School was a sampling of the lower part of town where many races made their home. My pals in the second grade were Kazushi, whose parents spoke only Japanese; Matti, a skinny Italian boy; and Manuel, a fat Portuguese who would never get into a fight but wrestled you to the ground and just sat on you.
At Lincoln, making us into Americans did not mean scrubbing away what made us originally foreign.
Off the school grounds we traded the same insults we heard from our elders. On the playground we were sure to be marched up to the principal’s office for calling someone a wop, a chink, a dago, or a greaser.
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