Dead Poets Society

This afternoon I turned on the TV and was face to face with an old favorite.

In preparation for boarding school, I watched Dead Poets Society over and over again. I probably knew every line and every scene. If I could have tattooed 'carpe diem' into my skin at 14, I probably would have and loved it.

In reality, boarding school didn't end up being like Dead Poets Society, but I did play Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream and I did head the Poetry Club. And while I wasn't asked to call my English teachers "O Captain! My Captain!," I did learn a lot from them. Especially a love of poetry and writing. And a love of speaking my mind.

Not sure my classes were like Mr. Keating's though...


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