IN 1959, IN VERMONT, USA

As the first female student at Welton, you bid adieu in the garden, your farewell marked by poignant smiles and tears tracing down your face.

In the midst of the male-dominated crowd, a group of boys, members of the Dead Poets Society, huddled together, entranced by your presence. Their eyes were wide, mouths slightly open in awe. A wave of anticipation spread among them, nudging each other, whispers of excitement filling the air.