A Teacher's Ruminations

When my family first arrived in the U.S. from Cuba we had very little that we could call our own. Not only did we rent a small apartment, but whatever furniture we had in our house we either begged, borrowed or stole (the last one metaphorically speaking, of course). In fact, if you sat in the living room of our home, and all the doors to the rooms were wide open, you would be able to see into the two tiny bedrooms, the kitchen and the bathroom. I shared a bedroom with my older brother. It was all we could do to walk around the bed without bumping into each other or the bed itself, the only furniture in the room. Needless to say, we didn't own a car. And, then there was the laundromat.                                           Source: http://bit.ly/1csaVdm Because we didn't own a washing machine or dryer - and even if we did there was no room to put them in o...