Memories of WWII-era immigration...

 ...from the one resthome resident who always gives me candy:

Though she was 12 years old, her and her brother were put in the first grade at first since they didn't speak English, though the teacher made them sit in the coatroom all day since it was a normal class and she didn't know what to do with them.

Then, they were put in a special class for kids learning English, and they were there for a long time.

"That teacher was great," the one resthome resident was like, to me. "I'll never forget it. She would say, 'Nose,' and point at her nose, and 'Chin,' and point at her chin, and she'd say, 'Stand up,' and she would stand up."

I then asked her what was the first language of the other kids in the class, and she said she didn't know, except that a lot of them spoke Spanish.