Prelim time is always extremely stressful. Granted, this year I am only sitting four exams, compared to five last February, however this year I have been presented with the wrath of Advanced Higher English and Drama and, once again, I have found myself in a complete panic.
You’d assume Advanced English would be the more challenging, however you would be sorely mistaken. Advanced Higher Drama is the root cause of my troubles this year and, similarly to the last exam period, I’ve found myself ridiculously stressed out. I’ve burst out in a horrible stress rash that expands across my face (luckily, however, it can be covered by make-up, but the principle is still there).
Once again, the “drama isn’t a real subject” argument comes into play. Instead of acting, this year has resembled more a history lesson than a practical class. Learning about one theatre practitioner is difficult enough, but imaging learning about two, who are, incidentally, as bonkers as each other. If I’m not claiming that Konstantin Stanislavski created the theory of an “empty space”, then I’m making a grand proclamation that Peter Brook was the man who devised an actor training system in search of “inner truth” in performance. For the non-dramatical people in my audience - no pun intended- to claim this is essentially a theatrical crime, punishable by timed essays and masses of homework.
Why place this stress on pupils during an already manic time? Here I am, once again, close to tears because I can’t remember how Brook defines “immediate theatre” and for what? A prelim grade that no longer has any meaning? Come on people. This isn’t coming from a lazy teenager, this is from one who’s close to breaking point.