DRESS || ( charlie dalton )

vi. of lessons and weekends

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DRESS
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—chapter vi: of lessons and weekends

"A MAN IS NOT VERY TIRED, he is exhausted." Keating walked along the rows of students "and don't use 'very sad', use— come on, mr overstreet, you twerp" he pointed at the boy

"morose?" knox questioned

"exactly, morose" keating nodded proudly

"now, language was developed for one endeavour, and that is? mr anderson? come on, are you a man or an amoeba?"

todd's head moved down and loraine pitied him. keating walked in front of the boy, but quickly noticed his discomfort, moving on to another student 

"mr perry?" he asked

"to communicate" neil answered, but keating shook his head

"no. to woo women" the class laughed. loraine crossed her arms, but smiled at the joke. "today we're gonna be talking about william shakespeare"

"oh, god" charlie remarked loudly

"i know" keating nodded "a lot of you look forward to this about as much as you look forward to root canal work. we're gonna talk about shakespeare as someone who writes something very interesting. now, many of you have seen shakespeare done very much like this"

keating outstretched his arm. his face formed into a grimace. and his voice got nasal

"o, titus, bring your friend hither" the class laughed at the imitation

quickly, keating was back to his normal self "but if any of you have seen mr marlon brando" he changed his voice again: "you know shakespeare can be different. friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears"

loraine smiled at charlie who had quickly broke out into a fit of giggles.

"you can also imagine john wayne as macbeth going: 'well, is this a dagger i see before me?'"

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"DOGS, SIR?" KEATING WAS sitting in front of his students, who had all gathered together, reading from his book while faking an english accent.

"oh, not just now. i do enjoy a good dog once in a while, sir. you can have yourself a three—course meal from one dog. start with your canine crudités, go to your fido flambé for main course, and for dessert, a pekingese parfait. and you can pick your teeth with a little paw"

after every other word, the class broke into laughter.

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AT THE END OF the lesson, keating walked up to stand on his desk. "why do i stand up here? anybody?"

"to look taller" charlie replied smugly

keating tapped the bell with his right foot "thank you for playing, mr dalton" the class laughed

"i stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way" he turned around and looked at the walls of the classroom.

"you see, the world looks very different from up here. you don't believe me? come see for yourselves. come on" the students stood up and moved forward