I’ve read that’s it’s important to start a blog by giving one’s readers real and true content – and since I just recently watched the movie I’m about to talk about, this short excerpt shouldn’t take too long and could bring you a smile and warm your heart – how fitting during this time in our world, to smile a genuine smile!

In 1991 I decided to become a teacher at a Catholic all boys school here in California.  Only two years earlier I had watched Robin Williams and his role as Mr. Keating, mesmerize his students in the acclaimed, “Dead Poet’s Society,” a movie that at that time I never thought would have such a profound influence on my inner core and spirit.  I was a lot like Mr. Keating as a young teacher – I told many stories, was revolutionary in my teaching methods – even taught classes outside – while walking in the park down the street.

I believe that the themes in this one movie, those of Life, Death and Carpe Diem (Seize the Day) have influenced much of my artwork – how I grapple with not only the significant changes in my life, but also some of the injustices in our world.

Here is the scene that has resurrected fond memories of where I was at emotionally at 22 – and in many ways still today:

After a short stint selling Apple Computers after college – very true, I met Steve Jobs at an Apple Expo event while pitching the Macintosh LC to teachers and principals – I decided to become a teacher! I realized that selling a “box” was not all that exciting, so I decided to “sell” the minds of our youth instead.  Change at that age wasn’t too difficult, but admittedly going from my very first and very nice base salary plus commission to a barely above the poverty level teaching salary took some serious adjustment.  Robin Williams’ character, Mr. Keating gifted his young students a life-lesson that I heard loud and clear. What do you hear?

“Carpe (Hear it?”)

“Carpe Diem”

“Seize the Day, Boys”

“Make Your Lives Extraordinary”

Can You Hear The Music?

Thirty-one chances. Thirty-one futures, our futures. It’s an almost psychotic feeling, believing that part of their lives belongs to me. Everything they become, I also become. And everything about me, they helped to create.
― Esme Raji Codell

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