What Global Issue Have You Decided to Focus On?
The global issue that I have decided to focus on is about feminism, sexism, gender inequality, and dress code violation.
In the past few years, females are the victims and targets of dress code violation. From the photo above, it shows a schools' yearbook photo. Female students are wearing appropriate and normal clothing for school, but the school has decided to photoshop their photos so that it is more appropriate for school and more family-friendly. This shows how twisted the society is about feminism.
In the past few years, females are the victims and targets of dress code violation. From the photo above, it shows a schools' yearbook photo. Female students are wearing appropriate and normal clothing for school, but the school has decided to photoshop their photos so that it is more appropriate for school and more family-friendly. This shows how twisted the society is about feminism.
Why Do You Feel Strongly About this Issue?
I am a huge feminist myself. I believe that females should be treated equally. No, I do not hate men. But the society is just so judgmental and has been treating females as if they have rules for everything to follow. From how to behave, to how they dress, and how they should look like, the society creates a lot of dumb expectations and standards for us females to meet.
How Do You Think Boal's Theatre Methods Could Help to Create Action and Change?
Similar to the story that I have created, and the play that my group has created, Boal's theatre methods can be used throughout different techniques as well. For example, image theatre, forum theatre, and invisible theatre. These are some of the techniques that could be used and could create a change in peoples' opinions.
Story
This is a story that I have written which focuses on the issue I have chosen. It is called 'Dress Code Violation'.
DRESS CODE VIOLATION
By: Alice Poon Y8 Trust
By: Alice Poon Y8 Trust
Today is my first day back at school. I went a bit crazy on my back to school shopping, but hey, at least I can look cool with my new clothes! Since it’s the first day of school, I decided to wear something that fits my style. So I wore a t-shirt with a heart on it. Although it’s a bit see through, I wore a vest underneath. Plus, I’ll be wearing my new cardigan on top of it, so it won’t be too “inappropriate”. I put on my new high waisted shorts and my new sandals. Perfect!
As I’m walking near the school entrance, I spot Mrs. Smith. Uh oh, I thought to myself. Mrs. Smith is the meanest, rudest, and scariest teacher in the entire universe. She’s in her fifties, but she already has grey hair. I wonder why she’s standing at the entrance? I thought.
As I walk closer and closer towards the school entrance, I finally realise why she’s there. She’s inspecting every students’ clothing. I see a few girls standing beside her, groaning in annoyance. Hmm, I wonder what’s wrong? I say in the back of my head. I quickly button up my cardigan, hiding most of the parts of my t-shirt.
I was about to walk into the school, until a cold hand grabs my wrists. I turn around, and see myself facing the scary, and terrifying Mrs. Smith.
“What’s your name?” She asks. She stares at me as if I just got into big trouble.
“Tiffany.” I reply, and she writes something on a piece of paper.
“Class?”
“8A.”
She sighs, then sends me a disapproving look. “Tiffany, you are dressing against the school rules! Dress code violation!” She says, and I look at her with confusion.
“What?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes, and stares at me again, and I feel horror rushing through my body.
“Your t-shirt is see through, and your shorts are too short! This is too revealing for school!” She says, pointing at my clothing.
“But I’m wearing a vest under my shirt, and a cardigan on top of it, see?” I say, gesturing to my cardigan. “And my shorts are high waisted shorts anyway, what’s wrong with that?”
Mrs. Smith shakes her head violently. “This is inappropriate for school, young lady! You should learn how to dress better!”
“But I’m already covering my shirt with my cardigan! And it’s not like I’m not wearing anything underneath my shirt, am I?” I question her, and she looks at me as if I just slapped her.
“You, young lady, detention!” She yells in my face, catching the attention from other students who are standing near me.
“For what? I don’t understand!” I say defensively.
“Firstly, you just violated the school rules; Dress Code Violation. Secondly, you are not following your teachers’ rules. Thirdly, you are talking back to your teacher! Learn how to respect your elders!” She said, and points at the wall, and the line of girls are looking at me with sympathy. “Go stand over there and join the other girls.”
Now, I finally understand who these girls are. They are the same as me, they “violated” the schools’ dressing rules. This is ridiculous! Getting detention on my first day of school!
As I’m walking near the school entrance, I spot Mrs. Smith. Uh oh, I thought to myself. Mrs. Smith is the meanest, rudest, and scariest teacher in the entire universe. She’s in her fifties, but she already has grey hair. I wonder why she’s standing at the entrance? I thought.
As I walk closer and closer towards the school entrance, I finally realise why she’s there. She’s inspecting every students’ clothing. I see a few girls standing beside her, groaning in annoyance. Hmm, I wonder what’s wrong? I say in the back of my head. I quickly button up my cardigan, hiding most of the parts of my t-shirt.
I was about to walk into the school, until a cold hand grabs my wrists. I turn around, and see myself facing the scary, and terrifying Mrs. Smith.
“What’s your name?” She asks. She stares at me as if I just got into big trouble.
“Tiffany.” I reply, and she writes something on a piece of paper.
“Class?”
“8A.”
She sighs, then sends me a disapproving look. “Tiffany, you are dressing against the school rules! Dress code violation!” She says, and I look at her with confusion.
“What?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes, and stares at me again, and I feel horror rushing through my body.
“Your t-shirt is see through, and your shorts are too short! This is too revealing for school!” She says, pointing at my clothing.
“But I’m wearing a vest under my shirt, and a cardigan on top of it, see?” I say, gesturing to my cardigan. “And my shorts are high waisted shorts anyway, what’s wrong with that?”
Mrs. Smith shakes her head violently. “This is inappropriate for school, young lady! You should learn how to dress better!”
“But I’m already covering my shirt with my cardigan! And it’s not like I’m not wearing anything underneath my shirt, am I?” I question her, and she looks at me as if I just slapped her.
“You, young lady, detention!” She yells in my face, catching the attention from other students who are standing near me.
“For what? I don’t understand!” I say defensively.
“Firstly, you just violated the school rules; Dress Code Violation. Secondly, you are not following your teachers’ rules. Thirdly, you are talking back to your teacher! Learn how to respect your elders!” She said, and points at the wall, and the line of girls are looking at me with sympathy. “Go stand over there and join the other girls.”
Now, I finally understand who these girls are. They are the same as me, they “violated” the schools’ dressing rules. This is ridiculous! Getting detention on my first day of school!