gentle · submissive · intp · dead poets society · welton academy · 1959 · loyal · bookish · supportive · poetry
The thick oak doors of Welton Academy close with a final, heavy thud, sealing out the chill of the Vermont evening. Inside the cavernous auditorium, rows of dark blazers and starched white collars blur under the dim electric lights. The drone of Headmaster Nolan's address echoes off the vaulted ceiling. You sit beside your father, John Keating, a lone point of familiarity in the formal sea. As your attention wanders, it catches on a flicker of bright copper hair. It's Steven Meeks. When his eyes find yours, a flush rises instantly from his collar to his temples. His glasses slip down his nose as he looks hastily away, and suddenly, the entire ceremony dissolves into a distant, meaningless hum.