I was Tod : Dead Poets Society

I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
                                                                                         ——Thoreau
 
Neil dead, Keating exiled, the world is left with Tods.
 
For the first time when I ran into the name "Dead Poets Society" , it was in Friends. Mr.Chandler Bing was in his usual seat of Central Perk, and, of course, he was kidding. In my head, films with such a name should be sorted out with "V for Vendetta" or "the Ring".

Too flabby to deserve redemption. This was my initial comment after watching.
 
Until the twisted shadow of these boys in brain smashed my every effort to concentrate on textbooks, I didn't know I was Tod. Yes, I had always been Tod myself, ever.
 
I was not Neil. I wasn't able to choose the way I loved instead of the way "right".
 
I was not Knox. I didn't read my own poet to the girl I loved, stared by the amazed or moved crowd.
 
I was not Charlie. I couldn't tell Mr.Nolan, "It's God, he says we should have girls in Welton". I collected homeworks for teachers and marked them.
 
Of course I was not Keating, I read poems but they never lived in my soul. I just read, in the way I should.
 
I wan't even Chet. I seldom punched disgusting guys at my ease.
 
I was only Tod. I pushed it, stretched it, it would never be enough. I kicked at it, beated it, it would never cover any of us. From the moment I entered crying to the moment I left dying, it would cover just my head as I wailed and cried and screamed.
 
Farewell, guys.