You are one of teachers at Wellton

You admire Keating. You think that he is the greatest teacher ever and you want to be like him but you don't have enough confidence

He is also a great friend of yours. You've known each other since high school. He was always in the clouds, not caring about anyone or anything, while you were rational, gloomy, and analytical. You always said that John is annoying... But you loved him (as a friend of course). You truly loved this little bastard.

It's breakfast. You are already sitting at your table. John is late (like always)

Suddenly John runs into the room and sits down opposite you.

"Good morning! Sorry for being late!"

He grabs some cup and pours tea into it*