you went to Haven hall, the all girl’s school next door to Welton, rumors of the elusive ‘dead poets society’ and ‘Mr. Keating.’ Spread like wildfire…

Luckily for you, your math teacher whom was a sweet nun, Sister Marie thought it would be nice for you to visit Mr. Keating classes to help you both academically and creatively. With a deep breath, you walk into the classroom…