Yasmin, Form VII, performed her HL Theatre IB solo research presentation last week.

Yasmin based her presentation on the work of Jacques Lecoq—a theorist of mime and movement. She chose to focus on his acting approach, named the 'Seven Levels of Tension.' The project was comprised of countless hours of research, a solo piece, and a 3,000-word report on the process, including a talk-back session with the audience. The performance aspect of the project needed to demonstrate Lecoq's work in a 4-8 minute piece.

Last Wednesday, Ms. McGie invited a few classes to come watch Yasmin's live performance of "The Unknown Lady" and participate in the talk-back session. Students watched in awe as Yasmin performed her non-verbal piece.

We are so proud of Yasmin's work and final project—well done! Read her story below titled, "The Unknown Lady."

One woman is crying locked in a closet, she hugs her knees in the form of protection. Everything is silent. The woman stops crying, she leaves the closet in the direction of the living room. Her breathing and little steps to the other room were the only thing that could be heard in the other room. She felt that walk was eternal, in her short love she had never felt so much fear.

A moment passes by, and she is on her knees on the dirty ground, she begins to tremble, she feels too cold as if she were naked in the middle of the north pole. But she was in the middle of summer, and it was too hot. Her cold was not due to the cold itself.

Her beautiful black dress, and her beautiful face were filled or rather drench in red. Like the floor and the formerly white walls.

She looks around at another body inches from her, also in red. She curves a small sadistic smile. She remembers when she stabbed her once again even after she died without stopping, rather without wanting to stop. She hated her too much, that the useless and barely recognizable body had had what she wanted all her life in less than a year.

She had him.

She felt so angry seeing how that person kissed and caressed him, he belonged to her, and she hated her for taking him away, and she felt immense pleasure at ending her life in less than a second. But now she just did not feel anything, she just felt emptiness.