Dead Poets Society, a film probably familiar to many students, teachers and parents, captures the stories happening in a private school where “successful” parents send their sons to the school to be he successor of their wealth and popularity and a series of changes happening because of the arrival of a new poetry teacher who uses unorthodox method to teach and tell the boys to break the rules.

I’ve watched this film two times before, once in the middle school and once in the high school. While I’ve watched it before, every time I saw it, I developed new understandings and thoughts depending on the situation where I was in and the emotion I had. I remembered at the beginning I really couldn’t get the charm of poetry and thought it might be a little too dramatic for the boys and the teachers to behave. Why there’s a boy so shy that he could barley say a world? Why the teacher is so different and what’s wrong with the other serious ones? Why Neil cannot just talk to his father what he thinks? A couple of questions on whether it is possible for these plots to be true prevents me from focusing on the beauty or attraction of this film.

However, when I watched it last Friday, some of these questions are not unanswerable to me.  I think it’s probably because college is a more diverse institution where we can meet more people or because we’re going to face the trade-off choosing what you like or choosing what can make you successful or because we have a lot of courses to choose from which means we can meet hundreds of professors.

It’s great to see the changes in myself when I’m experiencing through different periods of my life and seeing myself to be more mature and more tolerate of the difference and also braver to break the rules.