This week, we did poetry once again. Divided into groups, we were supposed to analyse and later act out one of four poems that were given. My group was given a poem called Fatima, which I was curious about from the very beginning we got this booklet. After some discussion, it was finally revealed that Fatima was actually a girl from Bosnia who fled due to a civil war and was placed in a typical British classroom. Within that classroom, she was frightened and confused and when she saw the nativity play of boys shooting guns and killing babies, it reminded her of her war torn home and she broke down in tears.
This poem really struck me as a powerful and moving poem, reminding us of humanity's ignorance towards others in plight, to our ignorance to the the world outside of us and our lack of compassion towards those in need. Later in the week, there was a time of reviewing our study guide. Filling out a questionnaire, we were able to view other responses and we saw how unmotivated and unsatisfied we were on the project and we all sat down and discussed how we could improve.
It was a moment where we would stand back and ask ourselves, "do we really want to continue this? " Further discussion brought ideas on how we could greatly improve the site and motivate us to do better. So we had a little competition to see who could spruce their assigned page up the best and the best page would act as a model for the rest of the class. I've already done the best I can for the page and so it's all up to my other partner, Chua to deliver his side of the bargain.
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