Didn’t have to tutor last night, but did expect some forms from F signed by her father and pertaining to her and her little sister’s participation in the study. Though several students asked me to help with homework, I realized I socialized more beyond homework this evening, having sustained conversation with F about her transnational relationships with folks.
She did have the forms for us. When she saw us enter through the doors, in fact, she rushed over to sit with us. She told Sara in Spanish that she thought her father may have filled the form out wrong. They looked over the forms, and they were fine. For both the sisters, they were added to the list of participants, our third family. I have yet to move on with the staff, but we plan on approaching them soon.
F had frank conversations with us about her social media use, when she uses Spanish and English, what she wants to study, where she wants to go to school. During a conversation with her middle school counselor, she was told she should think about community college when older.
I had my laptop with me, opened because I was sending emails to folks, catching up on work. F asked if she could use it to check on something on Google. I consented.
I asked her about what social media she uses. She quickly ran down the list, “Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, Vine . . . ”
And I asked with these media, where most of the folks she communicated lived.
“All over, in Mexico, Kentucky, Indiana, New York, North Carolina–where all my friends and cousins live now.”
After a minute, she asked me if I wanted to see what her hometown in Mexico looked like. I said sure.
She navigated to YouTube, and she showed me the following video:
As it played, she pointed out different people by name. “I’m standing by the guy filming so you can’t see me. I have some videos on my phone too, and some pictures.”
I asked where all the women in the video were.
“The women come out later. In the daytime, it’s mostly for the boys.”
Then she showed me the next video.
“See, here’s the dancing, later the women go dancing with the men.”
“They look like they are having fun,” I say.
“They are, it’s fun, very fun for like ten or more days. And they have lots of food and music, and bands too. Let me show you the band.”
And she navigated to the following video:
“I love this song,” she said. “But it doesn’t sound good on the video like when you are there.”
I asked her about what other types of events went on.
“Hay jaripeos! You know those?”
I assented. She navigated to the following video: