Carpe Diem

     Do you feel like your parents are planning your life out for you? Thats how Neal feels in the film Dead Poets Society directed by Peter Weir. This movie  does'nt just deal with issues between parents and their kids, it deals with thinking for yourself and not being a mindless robot, and living everday like it's your last. The movie is about an English teacher named Mr.Keating who has a differnet approach at teaching, he teaches students how to think for themselves, and to see things from a different perspective. It's also about a group of young men, who are friends and are struggling to find their identities, thus they re-start the Dead Poets Society.
     All of the parents have huge dreams for their sons, they all want them to be lawyers and doctors, after all parents want what's best for their kids right? Mr.Perry does'nt respect his son Neal's wishes for pursuing an acting career, he wants him to be a doctor. Neal ends up going behind his fathers back to act in A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare. He ends up getting the lead role, but his father wants him to quit immediately, Neal ends us standing up to his father his father lets him finish the play but does'nt want the "non-sense" to continue afterwards. In the end Neal ends up taking his own life because his dad does'nt approve of him following his dreams.
    Mr.Keating teaches his students perhaps one of the most important things to learn, how to speak for yourself and have your own opinion and views. The boys are all strictly disciplined and have others peoples words and thoughts programmed into their brain. Mr.Keating does'nt go by the text book he teaches them to harness their potential and not let anything hold them back. Mr.Keating is the one that convinced Neal to talk to his dad and tell him how he really felt about acting.
   Mr.Keating also teaches his students to "suck the marrow out of life". Living each day likes it's your last. A couple students take his advice and grab the bull by its horns. Neal gets into acting and Knox starts to fall in love with a girl named Chris and he wants to use the poetry that Mr.Keating taught him in attempts to whoo her. Then theres the joker Charlie, who makes his head master mad by saying a foolsh thing in a serious situation.."Hey you have a collect call, it's from God, he saies girls should be allowed in the school". He thought he'd make the most of making fun of his head master, Mr.Keating is not impressed with him saying this "I taught you to suck the marrow out of life not choke on the bone".
    Mr.Keating taught his students many things, how to talk to their parents, how to think for themselves and carpe diem. All of these things you need to succeed in life to be a good person.

The greatest excuse ever why my homework was'nt done

     "Well", I hastily began "it's a really long complicated story".
     "Try me" replied Mr.Van Camp in a very dissatisfied tone.
     "Ok so the begining I was walking home from school and my binder fell out of my bag, I did'nt realize this until I got home" I was reciting the past days events.
     "Well did you go back to find it?" he replied.
     "I did" I admitted sheepishly.
     "So where is it?" he asked in a an irritated voice.
     "It's at home" I replied, now becoming quite nervous.
    "You left your binder at home!" he shouted.
    "It's for a very good reason" I tired to explain as quickly as the words would come out, I was so nervous I began to stutter "well you uh  uh s-s-see um there was this uh zombie apocolypse"
    "What thats complete nonsense!" he answered in complete disbelief.
   "No it's true!", I began defending my explanation "You see I was walking down the alley where my bacpack was and it was literally filled with zombies!"
Mr.Van Camp began to furrow his brows, and had that look he gets on his face when he's about to lecture you. He said "You could come up with a better lie than that" .
"It's all the truth I swear!" I yelled at him.
"Well wheres the proof of these zombies?" he questioned me. So I pulled out my phone which I had taken pictures of the living dead on. "Oh my!" he replied with a horrified look on his face.
"You see" I said "they were really thereand they happened to be near mybackpack so I could'nt get close for sometime".
"Well then how did you manage to get your bag?" he asked excitedly as if it was some great mission.
I replied back to his dissipointment "I just waited for them to leave and go eat other people, and by the time I actually got home it was too late to do my homework and I wasreally tired so I just went to bed"
"Oh" he said in a let down tone, "I guess that is a good reason your homework was'nt done, just try not to let it happen again" And that was that I went and sat down at my desk and began another English class.