It may have been that that announcement was her way of inspiring slackers, for, although my educational efforts had thus far primarily resulted in B’s, I was determined to be an exception to her perverse rule.
In that same classroom sat a young woman, Nancy (whose last name, amazingly, I no longer recall). She was not exactly beautiful, but had long and angular features, with a slightly crooked smile that made her face lovely in a plain way that might remind one of Meryl Streep in her earliest film, The Deer Hunter, or of her appearance as the Polish holocaust survivor in Sophie’s Choice. Like many citizens of Milwaukee, Nancy was of German ancestry.
New York, May 3, 2002