Dead Poets Society

The film "Dead Poets Society" produced by Peter Weir, experiences many themes throughout the film. Conformity, romance, and poetry are just few of the many themes. A few students form a group together against the school rules, Knox, a member of the group, falls in love with Chris, a beautiful girl that attends the high school not far from Welton Academy, and finally, the group that the boys are all in is all about poetry.

     A group of boys attending Welton Academy are accompanied by a new teacher for the year. Mr. Keating, the new teacher had a unique way of teaching the boys. He mainly focused on getting the students to think of things in a different way. The first unit in the book that was yet to be taught, was about poetry, but Keating had a better way of teaching it. By ripping out the pages in the book, the students would now have to think for themselves. The poetry that the students learned helped them break partially away from their parents and were able to make decisions alone. Poetry helped the students focus on what they wanted to do with their lives and not what their parents wanted best for them. 

    There was a group of boys in Mr. Keating`s class that really took an interest in his teaching and the topics in class during the poetry. The boys conformed a poetic group passed down by Mr. Keating. The group allowed the students to express anything they have had locked up and any sort of feeling. The downfall to the new group they have formed, it involved them sneaking out in the mitts of the night while everyone else was passed out. It remained a secret for quit some time, until it all started coming out, and the boys were busted.

    Throughout Peter Weir`s theme filled film, Knox, a member of the group, fell in love with a beautiful girl named Chris. It was tough for Knox to see her all the time due to her attending a regular high school away from Welton and her also having a boyfriend. Knox proved his love to Chris using the poetry he had learned in class from Mr. Keating, and slowly gained her heart as she gained his. Knox had to deal with the other issue of his group and how it was becoming much more then a secret, but he held in and managed to succeed with Chris but ended up failing with his group after one of the members committing suicide due to his parents.

     All in all, the movie explored the lives of teen boys who were fed up with listening to what their parents had for them and what their parents wanted them to do in life. The group they had been in helped the boys discover who they really are. The short lived freedom really left an impact on all the boys lives.
   

Homework Blues

  As I shuffled into the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my scuffed shoes and mumbled, " My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good excuse though."
  Mr. Van Camp scowled as he looked up from the papers he was marking. "This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," he suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."
     "Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned.
     "Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good." I responded in a quiet voice, "Well, Mr. Van Camp, I was sitting at home, about to retrieve my homework out of my backpack to complete it."
     "This sounds like a waste of my time already!"
     "Just wait! It gets worse." I tried to explain, "All of a sudden, I was brutally attacked by a group of short, stocky Mexicans!"
  Mr. Vancamp just laughed. "I do believe that that could be the worst excuse I have ever heard in my life!"
     "But, Mr. Vancamp, you handsome teacher, it is the truth!" I tried my best to get back on his good side.
  He paid no attention to me. I was in a heap of trouble now. He looked down at me with a threatening look on his face and scoffed, "As I said, I will be emailing your parents about this!"
     "No, please! They will be so ashamed of me!" I coughed in a panic.
  He didn't seem to care. He was amused by my sense of terror. "Should have thought of that before then, shouldn't you?" He chuckled under his breathe, and started to walk out of the room. "Good day!"
     "Thanks a lot, Vancamp."

The Big Game

After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed a sign as big as house advertising the big hockey game that night. His heart sped up. A few hours later, Walter walked into the arena, looked around, and it was as if time had stopped in its tracks. The game went well. Finally it came to the third period. Crunch time. There he was, Mitty, about to take the face off to start it off. Intensely, sweating like a pig, with the score tied up at 3-3. The puck hit the ice like a fat kid falling off his swing, and the play went on. The crowd was as loud as thunder making the atmosphere intense.  Skating furiously end to end, the ice cracking like wood being snapped under the skate blades. The puck was being tossed around like a baby fighting a tiger, bodies were being thrown to the ice like rocks hitting pavement. The game was as rough as Connors stubble on his face, sticks were being snapped like twigs. The clock timed down as if a bomb were to go off. A few hits, a few penalties, and a few harsh words later, and the game was finally over. Walter Mitty, star of the game, MVP, stood there, grinning from ear to ear. He had won, he was an allstar.

The 9/11 Attack

    Tuesday September 11th, 2001, started as just a normal day. It was around 8:00am when i arrived at work at the twin towers. The morning was slow in the office until 8:46am when my world almost came to an end. I heard the most excruciating sound from above, fallowed by a number of screams. The whole building shook intensely and not even a minute or two later everyone in the building were being evacuated. I had no clue what was going on until i finally escaped out of the building. The minute i looked back after running to a safe distance, my jaw dropped. The building i had been working in had been hit by an airliner about 10 stories above my office. Looking next to the building i had been in, the other twin tower had been hit by another airliner at the same level as my office would have been at. For the next two hours i watched the buildings come down and people being killed from Debree. September 11th was most defiantly a life changer.