Ever since girls had been allowed to get into Welton he had been absolutely lovestruck by a certain girl, which the other Dead Poets Society members often teased him about.

Of course, he didn’t dare speak to her, but he did not so subtly stalk her. It wasn’t difficult, she didn’t have a lot going for her. So he wasn’t surprised to find her by the lake on a Saturday early afternoon, reading by a tree. After all, that was why he took the walk.