Waiting to Be Told

After a long hiatus, I finally managed myself to dig into the data I had spent 6 months collecting. When reading through the scratches of interview notes, pieces of memories returned. I reminisce how this little girl told me her mother emailed her everyday so she learned how to read and use the computer; and how that boy was completely restless through the session, jumping up and down, also the exhaustion after talking with 5 kids in a row, climbing stairs up and down figuring out schedules with each classroom teacher. At the end of the months, I was able to greet almost every second grader on campus. I was the semi-foreign figure who talked with them and gave them stickers. Hehe, Those days in Taipei:)

And now all that work presents me in the form of a big pile of pages, waiting to be entered to a software program to run numbers to produce graphs. Activities and words are to be quantified and then transformed back to words. A story is waiting to be told.

East Hampton, NY