Too soon my turn came, and I paused a moment behind the curtains for a deep breath. On opposite sides of the kitchen stove, which stood in the centre of the small house, my mother and her guest were seated in straight-backed chairs. They misunderstood the cause of my tears, and placed me at a white table loaded with food.
Leaving the crowd as quickly as possible, I was soon in my room. A few weeks afterward, I appeared as the college representative in another contest.
Perhaps my Indian nature is the moaning wind which stirs them now for their present record. From happy dreams of Western rolling lands and unlassoed freedom we tumbled out upon chilly bare floors back again into a paleface day.
The author narrates another painful incident when she had lost one of her close friends because of the neglect of the school authorities. In my anguish I moaned for my mother, but no one came to comfort me. Among the legends the old warriors used to tell me were many stories of evil spirits.
I sat perfectly still, with my eyes downcast, daring only now and then to shoot long glances around me. A large bell rang for breakfast, its loud metallic voice crashing through the belfry overhead and into our sensitive ears. During the first two or three seasons misunderstandings as ridiculous as this one of the snow episode frequently took place, bringing unjustifiable frights and punishments into our little lives.
My knees became numb, and doubled under my weight like a pair of knife blades without a spring. I began crying instead, for by this time I was afraid to venture anything more.
These were Indian girls, in stiff shoes and closely clinging dresses. At these gatherings they talked English. I had been tossed about in the air like a wooden puppet. I watched my chance, and when no one noticed I disappeared.
I renewed my energy; and as I sent the masher into the bottom of the jar, I felt a satisfying sensation that the weight of my body had gone into it.
Besides, she was appalled to find out how drastically the people of her Yankton Dakota tribe had changed under the influence of the white culture. My mother was troubled by my unhappiness.
I had a secret interview with one of our best medicine men, and when I left his wigwam I carried securely in my sleeve a tiny bunch of magic roots.
At last I grew dizzy. As soon as I comprehended a part of what was said and done, a mischievous spirit of revenge possessed me. Perhaps it occurred to her that brute force is not the solution for such a problem.by Zitkala-Sa [aka Gertrude Simmons Bonnin] () Publication: American Indian Stories by Zitkala-Sa.
Washington: Hayworth Publishing House, pp. Excerpts from The School Days of an Indian Girl--by Zitkala-Sa (Dakota) Note: We reprint here as a sample only the first 2 (of 7) chapters of this book.
Please consult the Electronic Text Center at the University of Virginia Library for the full book. 1 HIST Dr. Schaffer “The School Days of an Indian Girl”, by Zitkala-Ša (Gertrude Simmons Bonnin) ()1 Your textbook also has an excerpt from Zitkala-Ša’s account of her experiences in a boarding school for Native.
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Mar 12, · Through the first person narration of “The School Days of an Indian Girl” the reader is able to see how life is like for a Native American girl in a White boarding school, where a culture that is so different from her own was being imposed on her.
The narrator begins her story by describing. Zitkala-Sa tells of these origins in "Impressions of an Indian Childhood," the first piece in American Indian Stories. Sioux educational practices sharply contrast with those of her later experiences at a school run by white missionaries.Download