EUPHORIA-charlie dalton

.3.

"what a keeper." neil said with a grin as he was turned around facing the group.

the boys from the group simply stared at her, charlie laughing in his seat, shaking his head.

the students in the room quickly came to a silence as the teacher came into the room from the hall, whistling the 1812 overture.

olivia bit her nail that was on her right thumb as she faced the front of the classroom. her legs bounced under her table as she prayed she didn't need to have another damned assignment.

the teacher walked up and down the aisles of the class and then outside without a single word.

the students looked at each other with questioning looks before the older man peaked his head into the door. "well come on." he said gesturing the students to follow him and so they did. they grabbed their belongings and quickly piled out of the classroom and into the main hallway.

the teacher and the students all stood in front of the trophy case and the teacher gave a small nod once everyone was there.

""oh captain, my captain" who knows where
        that comes from?" questioned the teacher.

todd looked up as if he knew the answer, but said not a word. spaz blew his
nose perhaps jut too too close to meeks for his liking as he shifted his weight.

seeing that no one was raising their hand olivia hesitantly raised hers.

"yes, miss...?" he said as he didn't know the girls last name.

"terriancie. it's a poem by walt whitman written in 1865 about the death of abraham lincoln." olivia answered. a few boys glanced at her, but she took nothing of it. she was big on poetry, what could she say?

"very well, that is correct! now students in this class you can call me mr. keating. or, if you'r slightly more daring, oh captain, my captain." mr keating said with a small grin.

"let me dispel a few rumors so they don't fester into facts. yes, i too attended hell-ton and survived. and no, at that time i wasn't the mental giant you see before you. i was the intellectual equivalent of a ninety-eight pound weakling. i would go to the beach and people would kick copies of byron in my face." he said to the group of students and they all laughed. cameron of course was trying to write it all down, confused.

mr keating looked down at papers in his
hand with a brief him. "now mister... pitts. why that's a rather unfortunate name, mr pitts where are you?" he asked and a tall boy, gerard, raised his hand.

"mister pitts, would you open your hymnal to page 542 and read the first stanza of the poem you find there?" the teacher asked and the student did as such.

        " "to the virgins, to make much of time"?" pitts read out, questioning it slightly. mr keating made a brief comment but then let pitts continue. ""gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a flying, and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying."" he finished.

        "thank you mister pitts. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." the latin term for that sentiment is carpe diem. who knows what that means?" mr keating asked the class.

meeks immediately puts his hand up. "carpe diem. that's "seize the day."" he answered.

        "very good, mister...?" once again another name the teacher didn't know. yet again he was in fact new."

  "meeks." he stated his last name.

"meeks. another unusual name. seize the day. gather ye rosebuds while ye may. why does the writer use these lines?" mr jesting asked the class.

"because he's in a hurry." charlie answered with a smirk. olivia simply rolled her eyes at the boy shaking her head with a playful smile and the others laughed.

        "no, ding!" mr keating slams his hand down on an imaginary buzzer. "thank you for playing anyway. because we are food for worms lads and lady. believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die." he spoke and everyone's facial expressions clearly dropped, especially neils.

mr keating turned towards the trophy cases, filled with trophies, footballs, and team pictures. "now i would like you to step forward over here and peruse some of the faces from the past. you have walked past them many times. i don't think you've really looked at them."

students slowly began to gather round the cases and the teacher moved behind them.

"they're not that different from you, are
        they? well, other than you other than minimum things, miss terriancie. same haircuts. full of hormones,
        just like you. invincible, just like you feel. the world is their oyster. they believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you. their eyes are full of hope, just like you. did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? because you see gentlmen and lady, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. but, if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. go on, lean in." he told them.

the boys and the girl leaned in and mr keating leaned over cameron's shoulder. "carpe." mr keating whispered in a gruff voice.

cameron looked over his shoulder with an aggravated look on his face. he really couldn't just go with something for once could he?

        "hear it?" he asked before whispering once again, "carpe. carpe diem. seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."

the boys and the female stare at the faces in the cabinet in silence.

olivia honestly found the lesson amazing. she had never had a teacher like him. he truly did have a way with words. she could tell mr keating would be her favorite teacher.

~~~
A/N:

1437 words! what a long one lOl. this chapter was more of a filler tbh but yeah that's chapter 3!! i have a LOT of chapters as drafts and they're long. i'm slowly releasing them so i can be prepared if i choose to upload 4 a week like i did for the past few chapters. lOl anyways the next chapter will be out on 6/23(tuesday)!

do you guys want to see anything specific?