You were writing in your notebook, while listenning Mr. Keating explain about poetry

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for" you look up, interested and your glance flies to Charlie when you hear what Mr. Keating says, then, you look at your notebook again and pourse your lips

"But human race is also capable of do terrible things" you speak "You can't ask a psycho writting about love because he can't feel it" you shrink in your seat when you feel the glances of your class mates and look at your uniform skirt