budding scholar

Like the sudden way I notice the contours of stone through the camera lens, I notice the way a conversation about coffee can become a discussion of national identity. And like the layers of mountains fading across the end of Spain and into France, I notice layers of questions and future projects in my daily fieldwork with schools and education policy in Barcelona.

What does it mean to belong as a new immigrant in a school? What does the work of governments and policies have to do with belonging to a place, our identity as “people from here”? When do we belong to a place, and when do we know someone doesn’t belong? How do people navigate the small interactions across cultural boundaries that happen in cities, schools, trains, marketplaces? Does government action have anything to do with how we interact with each other?

A page has turned with my work. I’ve been writing a lot, about what I see in schools, what I learn in interviews, and all kinds of other things. I am speaking better and better Catalan, and with this comes more insight into the way people think here, how they see these questions. A dissertation, a study, something that will become a real body of work still feels far away. But the project is beginning to feel like it has legs and might someday walk.

And another thing is happening, a surprising and exciting shift. Put simply, I’ve realized that a dissertation is not all that will come out of this work I’m doing. The Ph.D. is important training, and it’s helping me do a project with all kinds of good things like strong research methods. But I’m taking more than academic papers from this. The questions I’m uncovering, encountering–about identity, culture, language, and crossing boundaries of difference–they will be braided into my dissertation. But they can also become other writing projects (non-academic work? op-eds? future blog posts?) , or art, or advocacy work, or something else entirely. In other words, the thesis and the contribution I make to academia as a result of this year is not the sum total of what I can take from having spent this time in Barcelona. There are other stories, other meanings, other ways to work with what I’m uncovering here as I watch and listen and learn.

It’s wonderful to feel such creative possibility in this work. Welcome after months of plodding, wondering, trying, failing.

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Where are you with your creative projects? If you’re plodding, or trying, or failing, what keeps you going? How does the feeling of creative possibility spark to life for you?

Photo by Jim Wilson at the NYT

Who looks after elder immigrants? How do they meet people, get out of the house, make a new life? Is anyone studying their experiences? An article in the New York Times yesterday looked at older immigrants from India and Afghanistan mostly, in Fremont, California. According to the article, one in three seniors is foreign-born in California, and nationwide, about 11% of recently arrived immigrants are over age 65. To my knowledge, no researchers in immigration studies are looking at this population. Traditionally immigration studies has focused on adult workers, and recently there’s been a lot of emphasis on studying the experiences of the second generation. But perhaps I’ll focus my next project (post graduate school!) on studying the integration experiences and challenges of older immigrants. Perhaps I could convince people who fund research on the elderly (which is a growing population, and area of research) to fund a study of older immigrants, and/or one of my graduate students could study their experiences.