"No matter what anyone tells you, words and ideas can change the world." ~ John Keeting
So I haven't blogged for a while, and this is because my life is both too boring and too stressful. And right about now you're wondering how can life be both too stressful and too boring at the same time? Well let's take a short look at my life, I did not do well in my first semester at university and I decided to take the second semester off of school. For that I really needed a job, and now it's the end of the semester, and still no job. That is my stress, the part that is too boring to blog about is that the only two things that go on in my days are sleep handing out resumes, and sitting. Nothing else.
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Today, because I was in need of inspiration, I watched Dead Poets Society. If you haven't ever seen it, I highly recommend you go watch it right now. For those of you who have seen it, you probably understand the significance of this post. I had a teacher in high school that was my John Keeting. He taught me to think freely, to understand, and to grow, he was even the first to show me Dead Poets Society. Now, watching this show, more than ever I wish on the last day in that class I had stood on my desk, looked at him, and said "Oh Captain, My Captain." However I didn't, and that opportunity has gone now, but I can still find a way to tell him what an impact he had on me. This post is my message to him. A note in a bottle I'm setting out upon the waves of the internet, unsure if he will really ever see it. But if you are reading this right now, I just want you to know that you are the reason I fell in love with the written word. You taught me to be a thinker, a reader, and a writer. For that I cannot thank you enough, it has opened my world, and one day I hope I can do for my students what you did for me Mr. Heninger.
Bridget
SO
Today, because I was in need of inspiration, I watched Dead Poets Society. If you haven't ever seen it, I highly recommend you go watch it right now. For those of you who have seen it, you probably understand the significance of this post. I had a teacher in high school that was my John Keeting. He taught me to think freely, to understand, and to grow, he was even the first to show me Dead Poets Society. Now, watching this show, more than ever I wish on the last day in that class I had stood on my desk, looked at him, and said "Oh Captain, My Captain." However I didn't, and that opportunity has gone now, but I can still find a way to tell him what an impact he had on me. This post is my message to him. A note in a bottle I'm setting out upon the waves of the internet, unsure if he will really ever see it. But if you are reading this right now, I just want you to know that you are the reason I fell in love with the written word. You taught me to be a thinker, a reader, and a writer. For that I cannot thank you enough, it has opened my world, and one day I hope I can do for my students what you did for me Mr. Heninger.
Bridget