We had to listen to a song and interpret what the song might be about. As I was listening I noted down some words and sketches in my book that came to mind. As soon as the music started I got the sense of Italy, it was evident to me that the music was from Italy. I made a story taking place in Italy in a Pizza restaurant. A couple went out for lunch to celebrate their anniversary and the husband set up Italian musicians and dancers and called some friends to surprise her. As they were eating the musicians entered and music started playing and everyone was dancing around. When I pictured this, I kind of imagined mute people and no talking just movement. As the music got faster, people started getting happier. They started dancing in a line, then in a cirlce around the couple. The music towards the end got intense and deepend which made me think that something went wrong, all of a sudden the girl fainted and the music stopped.
We also did an interpretation exercise where we had to get into groups of 2 and the teacher would give us a theme, oppression was one. We had to come up with a look which represented this theme, so my team and I decided to be racist against arabs, 2 was lying on the floor and I and my partner was kicking and punching them at the same time smiling because we are doing a 'good' thing. Once we got the pose in place we had to freeze and the other team would look at us and see if they can guess what we are doing. When the teacher taps you on the shoulder you tell everyone how you feel in the moment. When I got tapped, I said I felt angry but happy at the same time because I hate Arabs since they're not white, in the moment. The difficulties I faced was when I was kicking the person I couldn't stay in place, I kept losing balance and also keeping in character and not laughing, I think I can improve my facial expression since it tells the story. We did another them, forbidden love. My team and I decided to do two families which hate eachother due to money problems, a rich and poor family which children were in love with eachother but I as a mother could not let my son date a rich child since we were poor. The two partners the mother and the daughter; the mother held the daughter from going to my son, and I also held my son back from her because they were madly in love. When I got tapped, I said I hate you! get your daughter away from my son, you filthy rich person. That time I was better at keep my face straight, however it's irritable staying in one place for so long. The difficulties is to think of something that you can do and make the other group know what you're doing.
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