an unfettered, unfiltered, stream of consciousness, just as Mr. Keating would have liked...
How different my life is from that of Neil and the other in Dead Poets Society. The way they treat their elders, the way they dress, the music they listen to. And yet, we're so much the same too.
They longed for the great alignment of passion and occupation. And they longed to seek it out, rather than have it sought out for them.
And though I did not realize this movie was made in 1989, it feels so close to me still.
What magic there would be, and in turn how different the world would be if –
- School was a place where we were taught to think for ourselves, to invent, and in turn we got excited for going to it
- Teachers were highly respected mentors that students would actually see the value in before they turned their teacher's age; friends
- We sought the multidimensional, optimistic, ways of teaching, to help people grow, rather than become irritated because they're not doing what we expect or want
- Students were less worried about conformity and more guided by an unfettered belief in their inner will
- Schools and society realized the next Shakespeare could be in front of them, for Shakespeare too was once 11
- The inevitable failures that will result were truly treated as opportunities to learn, grow, get better
- Curriculum gave some way to time
- Students are as much teachers as teachers are students
- Friends, at least close friends, embraced these ideals and made them their own, together
I'll continue to add to this space as I watch the movie again, for each time I'm sure I'll see something different. I know after just one viewing that my mind was spewing with ideas. And though I would have liked to have recorded those thoughts, this time, I leave them be, for I'm confident that, through feeling, I'll find them again.