An update from Tarry, a sophomore electrical engineering major:

In life there is always more than one perspective to everything, and I got the chance to see the other side of life not many people get a chance to see. Urban Plunge was really an awakening for me because I saw things from a different view.

First, a group of strangers live together in a small apartment for four days, all for the same purpose – which is to help. You would think that you get tired of each other after sometime, but actually each day as we got to know each other more, we got closer. I wish that the experience could have been longer because the more time I spent with these people who were “strangers” at first, the more I wanted to get to know them.

It is different to see a different side of a person outside of the SMU “bubble.” I was glad I got to see different sides of everyone and can say that I made a couple of new friends I wouldn’t have met otherwise.

Secondly, I went to a school here in Dallas called the Richland Collegiate High School, and I rode the bus to school every day. The route that my bus took happened to go by an area of Dallas that looked like the ghetto to me, so I was always scared when we got to this part. Unbeknownst to me was that the place we were going to is only 15 minutes from SMU and that the apartment we were living was in the exact same area that I used to be afraid of and called the ghetto. It was then that I began to see things so differently.

I went from being a passenger on bus 582 on my way to and from school to playing chickens in the den with the children who called this place home. Never in my life would I ever have imagined myself doing such a thing.

Lastly, I was to realize how many things in life I have taken for granted. The one that resonated the most with me was speaking English. I grew up in Harare, Zimbabwe, and learned English as a second language to the point where I am just as fluent as any native English speaker. I took for granted the fact that I learned English growing up, so when I came here, communication was not an issue. But most of the families that come to America to seek refuge don’t know any English at all, and it is difficult for them to express their needs. For example the Somali and Burmese families I had the pleasure of working with – were it not for hand gestures, we would not have been able to help them in any way.

This was an amazing experience, and I am more than happy that I had the opportunity to do all the amazing things that we did on this trip. I wish that there was more time because I feel as though we didn’t do enough. The most touching thing that was said to me by one of the kids of the Somali family was “When are you coming back?” and sadly the answer had to be “I don’t know.” This leaves me thinking, “What am I going to do to try to change that answer?”