interesting, what did you think of it?
I hated the Steiner school at the time. It was a huge culture shock despite lots of prior travel in Europe & hippies for parents. There were aspects I loved but the ones I hated were for more numerous and there was nothing in between. It was a boarding school so everything was intensified.
Hated:
-all the stupid rules, for example having to eat some of everything served at mealtimes (I'm not a picky eater but I hate the principle and fennel makes me ill; I also had to become vegetarian or I would have been forced to eat pork, which goes against my ethics.)
-the other students; most were very spoiled and had learning & social disorders
-more stupid rules; no music listening devices or toys (such as barbies) allowed, except for an hour a week, no internet, phone, or any tv/films ever
-yet more stupid rules; no personal money allowed, other than a small allowance we received on Saturday afternoon and had only hours to spend
-I was forced to spend long weekends with a local family of heavy chain smokers & my parents had to pay for this; our complaints were ignored
-the extreme muddiness of the village
-the slow learning pace and avoidance of scientific learning
-the Alexander method, a crackpot, insanely boring slow-motion cross between cheerleading & meditation that was supposed to bring us to emotional & physical fulfillment, required of course
I was very socially isolated at that age and without the internet I was completely bereft of companionship of any sort. I felt trapped and lonely. Because the students were mostly morons & we had no homework or reading, classes were a total waste of my time and intelligence. Once I learned German I was bored out of my skull.
Loved:
-weird Christian cult group singing in a candlelit cave every morning
-the arts & crafts program was fantastic; I dipped candles, bound books, carved wood, chiseled stone, learned calligraphy, wove baskets, worked leather
-the food, except for fennel; organic and much of it produced by the school's farm
-bicycling to beautiful lakes
-the concrete ping-pong table in the courtyard