It feels like my project has finally started get moving. I have a clear goal, and all that is left to do now is jump in and get busy. This week I kept myself busy, reading a three articles Teacher Jennifer had recommended from TIME magazine, all about refugee children and their stories. These articles would be particularly helpful if I end up deciding to make a documentary on the stories of Syrian refugee children. I also watched a short documentary on YouTube about the lives of the refugees. This was another invaluable resource because it actually gave me a window into the lives of refugees living in temporary settlements in Calais, France. Here’s the link to the documentary if you are interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ymek7b6o5rA
I have also set up official meeting times with my project advisors at this point. Unfortunately, both of these meetings happen to fall on the same night (my Thursday evenings are suddenly looking quite busy). but I am excited to show them the progress I am making on my project. Teacher Joseph is an invaluable resource when it comes to finding articles on the subject and keeping up to date with the current events of the issue. He also has kindly taken it upon himself to find an appropriate broad documentary on Syria, in hopes that I will be able to learn some more about the country that is home to the crisis.
Teacher Pat has also been incredibly helpful to me throughout my project. The other night we had a long talk about my vision of the project and what I wanted to get out of it, and she posed a very intriguing question for me. She asked me if perhaps the reason why I was so interested in studying Syrian refugees was because I can relate to leaving behind my birth country. My family came to America from England just a few months after my fifth birthday, and though we do go back and visit quite often, I sometimes surprise myself in how much I ache to be back in the foggy hills and grey pastures that are my mother country. Teacher Pat then went on to ask me how I would feel if a war broke out in England, and if I was never able to return. I remember an inexplicable wave of anguish washed over me, even just thinking about the prospects. It felt as if I had lost a piece of me. While that exercise obviously did not to justice to the sadness Syrian refugees face, it helped me relate to their feelings a bit more. As I continue with this project, I hope I will continue to ask myself tough questions such as these and push myself to live in their shoes. I look forward to see where my new strategy will take me.