Shout Across the River.

I haven’t even told you about my school. I am now at my last year in high school (I am now 19 years old). I guess you could call my school a little… special. It is not a special-school. It is not a school for special people. I am not… special. The school is what they like to call a Waldorf School, and you might be familiar with it. Though, it might be different from place to place. For instance, the school I go to is quite different from the one in Fredrikstad.
Without giving you too much of a history lesson, I can say that these schools were founded by the Austrian philosopher Rudolf Steiner (which is why they also, particularly where I live, call it a Steiner school (or Steinerskole in Norwegian)).  The pedagogy is based on the educational philosophy of its founder, so it works quite different from other schools. And as I said, different from place to place.
The schools, or at least my school, might seem like a combination of music and drama, and general studies. We have regular school (with languages, mathematics and P.A.), while on top of that we have our own choir and almost every year we perform a play. And we have to. Even so, we pass the general admission requirements, and can go on with further education without having to study anything extra (unless the schools require it).

And the point of all that was that we’re now performing a new play, which is, as the title so subliminally suggests, Shout Across the River by Stephen Poliakoff. You might be familiar with the playwright, as he has written movies like The Lost Prince (2003) and Shooting the Past (1999). It all depends what you’re interested in, of course. But the play is somewhat unfamiliar. It takes place in London around 1978 and tells the story of a 14-year-old rebel, Christine, and her socially awkward mother, Mrs. Forsythe. Christine is expelled from school (for various reasons) and is being put in a improvement institution in a few days. During these days the mother and the daughter go through a very dramatic change: Christine stops eating as a protest, while she rapidly gets weaker and weaker, and her mother gradually gets stronger and stronger. The play is about how the youth at that time (1978, around the time punk was introduced to the world) felt the world was going nowhere, everything was gone, there was no point, and so on. The youth felt the world would end in the near future, and they didn’t mind. As Christine mentions in the play: “There’s nothing left for me anymore.”

I find it very interesting, and it has a nice blend of drama and black comedy. There might be pictures and/or videoes later.

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