Snow: Strange Fruit Final
Anh Pham THE STRANGE FRUIT Final Draft
In the story“ Snow “ by Julia Alvarez , there is a scene about the first year of the author in Catholic school while living in New York . She is in fourth grade with a tolerant teacher , and her name is Zoe . Julia is an immigrant . Learning english is important to her in these early years . Beside learning new words , she picks up some information about Russian missiles , which included new vocabulary words such as : nuclear bomb, bomb shelter and radioactive fallout . One day , she sees snow is falling from the sky . The first thought came to her mind was that these strange object are those things in Zoe’s stories , which were extremely dangerous .
“ Why , Yolanda , dear , that’s snow ! “ Zoelaughed . “ Snow “ . This moment reminds me when I was small . I wanted to discovery the world around me . All those misunderstandings , lack of knowledge and assumptions in my childhood sum up to create unforgettable , joyable and innocent memories .
When I was 7 years old , I started to go to my grandparent's city , a countryside city , to visit them while me and my brother were in summer vacation . My grandparent’s house had a big garden with countless tree, which we could harvest a lot of delicious fruits from. Whenever I had a chance to come , I tried many of them. There were some new fruits that I hadn’t tried yet . However I still remember that sunny day, I saw a strange fruit . In the summer of my fifth grade , I came to see my grandparents . As soon as we arrived , I ran to the garden to see if there were any ripened fruit for me to eat . I saw a different fruit because I could tell by the appearance . The fruit was quite similar to guava and it has a little external part outside of the fruit . I thought that part would be the scape of that fruit so I took the part I believed that was the body and tossed away the “ scrap “. Because the “ body “ part had a mixed taste between
In the story“ Snow “ by Julia Alvarez , there is a scene about the first year of the author in Catholic school while living in New York . She is in fourth grade with a tolerant teacher , and her name is Zoe . Julia is an immigrant . Learning english is important to her in these early years . Beside learning new words , she picks up some information about Russian missiles , which included new vocabulary words such as : nuclear bomb, bomb shelter and radioactive fallout . One day , she sees snow is falling from the sky . The first thought came to her mind was that these strange object are those things in Zoe’s stories , which were extremely dangerous .
“ Why , Yolanda , dear , that’s snow ! “ Zoelaughed . “ Snow “ . This moment reminds me when I was small . I wanted to discovery the world around me . All those misunderstandings , lack of knowledge and assumptions in my childhood sum up to create unforgettable , joyable and innocent memories .
When I was 7 years old , I started to go to my grandparent's city , a countryside city , to visit them while me and my brother were in summer vacation . My grandparent’s house had a big garden with countless tree, which we could harvest a lot of delicious fruits from. Whenever I had a chance to come , I tried many of them. There were some new fruits that I hadn’t tried yet . However I still remember that sunny day, I saw a strange fruit . In the summer of my fifth grade , I came to see my grandparents . As soon as we arrived , I ran to the garden to see if there were any ripened fruit for me to eat . I saw a different fruit because I could tell by the appearance . The fruit was quite similar to guava and it has a little external part outside of the fruit . I thought that part would be the scape of that fruit so I took the part I believed that was the body and tossed away the “ scrap “. Because the “ body “ part had a mixed taste between