Dead Poets Society Empathic Writing
This was not the first day of school that I’ve expected. Everything here is just so different from what I have been told in the past. Students mocking the “honorable” traditions, making fun of the slogans, I don’t think I will get used to living here. Ever since brother attended this school, father and mother had been telling me all the wonderful things about this school and how they hope for me to one-day study here. It is just so frustrating to have such a brilliant of a man as my brother, everyone is expecting me to live up to his accomplishments and even surpass pass him; which I know that I will never be able to do. There was something interesting that happened though. This new English teacher Mr. Keating, he is just so different and odd but yet fascinating. I’ve never met a teacher quite like him before and to tell the truth, I’m actually quite excited to see him tomorrow. Today, he taught us an important life lesson, to always Carpe Diem, “Seize The Day”. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, and wondered what that truly means.
So today was our first day of school, nothing interesting in particular happened just hanging with the old crew. There was this new teacher though, Mr. Keating. I wonder if he is truly that special or whether he is just plain weird. Never the less, he was the only teacher who didn’t assign any homework at all today which I won’t complain about. He was talking about something rather interesting; the old Latin phrase “Carpe Diem” seize the day. I’m sure he will assign us to write an essay about this sometime soon, so I’ll just start writing it now so the gang can copy off mine later. Moreover, that new kid, Todd Anderson. I hear he’s the brother of the legendary Anderson, must to difficult living under his shadows. Perhaps that why he seems awfully quiet and shy, seems like a good fellow though maybe I’ll go talk to him tomorrow....
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