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ACT TWO-Scene Three: Mr Keating

We all huddle into the small English class room. I take my usual seat beside Todd and he smiles. He taps on my desk. I instantly know that it is Morse Code.
Hello
My
Love
I smile and tap back.
Hello
Toodles
He taps back.
Toodles?
I chuckle quietly.
My
Nickname
For
You
He smiles and gives me a thumbs up. The English teacher comes in whistling his normal tune. He stands at the front of the class. "Good afternoon gentle men and Mrs Y/L/N." He says, winking at you kindly.

"A man is not "very tired" he his exhausted!" The English teacher speed walks along the class room naming synonyms for different words. "And don't use "very sad" use-" He snaps his finger and points at Knox. "Come on mr Overstreet you twerp!" Knox responds without hesitation. "Morose." Mr Keatings voice reverberates through the class room. "Exactly! Morose!" He stops at the front of the class and leans back against his desk. "Now, language was developed for one endeavour and that is?" He turns to Todd. Who looks at me with eyes that are pleading for help. "Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba?" He stays silent still looking at me. "Mrs Y/L/N." I look up. "To communicate." Mr Keating sighs. "No! To woo women!" The class laughs. Todd chuckles a little.

After we talk a bit about Shakespeare in a way that is actually fun, Mr Keating stands on a desk. "Why do I stand of here?" Charlie Dalton raises his hand. Mr Keating points at him. "To make yourself feel taller." He says matter of factly. Mr Keati taps the little silver bell on his desk. "No. Thank you for playing Mr Dlaton." The class laughs more. "I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way." He pauses and turns around slowly on his desk; taking in the room then stops when he is facing us again. "You see the world looks very different from up here." His voice has taken a softer tone. More professional almost as if he were giving a very important speech like a president or something of that sort. "You don't believe me? Come see for yourselves. Come on." A few students rise from their seats then eventually everyone has lined up behind the teachers desk.

Todd is the last one. Mr Keating leaves the room and turns off the lights while he is still standing on the desk. The light from the window shines on his face. Carving out everything single feature. The English teacher comes back in. "Now in addition to your essays, I would like you to compose a poem of your own. An original work. And you must deliver it aloud in front of the class on Monday." I see panic spark in Todd's eyes. Mr Keating seemingly leaves the room again and Todd is about to hop of the desk. But then he comes back in. "And Mr Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you; you mole."
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"I can't do it! I can't do it. I can't do it, I can't do it..." Todd paces back and forth in his dorm. I am sitting on his bed trying to help him calm down. "Todd you can do it." He is fiddling with his hands again. His legs look like they are about to give out on him. I get up and walk to him. I bring him back to the bed. He is breathing heavily. "I can't do this..." he starts sobbing. I hold him tightly. "Shhhh it's okay. We're gonna figure this out." He shakes his head. "N-no we won't. I-I'll just tell Mr Keating that-that I can't do it." I sigh. "Okay Toodle the Poodle." He laughs.