My Personal Experience With DPS And Other Ramblings

my personal experience with DPS and other ramblings

my mother introduced me to the film when I was about 13 or so and I immediately latched onto it and made it part of my personality. i became an extremely pretentious high schooler and would unironically say shit about sucking the marrow out of life (and yes I am embarrassed about it now)

but when I was applying for colleges and I told my mom I wanted to be a theatre major she kinda lost her shit and told me that it was a stupid waste of time and money and i was absolutely GOING THROUGH IT

fast forward to now, I'm a junior in college (theatre major) and I watched DPS with my mom and my brother (his first time watching it) and I realized that my mom fundamentally misunderstood the point of the movie

I will never forget her telling me that she AGREED WITH NEIL'S DAD AND THAT KEATING WAS A DANGEROUS PERSON AND A BAD EDUCATOR

my brother who is into stem and is unappreciative of the arts anyway said that Neil was just kinda stupid and that the movie wasn't that good (????? major side eye on that one but whatever)

i just got so sad for little 17 year old me. she was incredibly sensitive and fragile and I just wonder had my mother been even just slightly harsher about me being a theatre major what would have happened to me?

then a few weeks ago I was talking to my friend. she's the type of person you don't have casual conversations with, you immediately dive into philosophy and morals and art and knowing each other's souls.

we got to the topic of dead poets society and the people who "just don't get it". the people who watch it once and never think about it again. the people who are so content that they are happy to remain stagnant. those who don't yearn for change, or to be known, to make art. those who are content to live and not

Live!!!!

and I'll never understand them and they'll never understand me. and the world will continue on like this. there will be people who stand still and those who can't stop moving