Note: This was an assignment for a Young Adult Literature class I took. This one came to me at about 3 a.m. It was fun though. Neil belongs to whoever owns the rights to Dead Poet's Society. This is more based on the book than the movie though. The two are very close, but for those that haven't read the book, Neil explains that his father used to call him 595 because $5.95 is what the human body would be worth if you broke it down to nothing but chemical matter and tried to sell it.

595

595. No one else ever called me that; no one else ever saw me as that. They thought of me as a human being. I didn't notice for a long time though, not until Mr. Keating. To him I wasn't just a walking set of chemicals meant to follow his every command. To him I was a person with ideas, dreams, goals, and passions. For the first time in my life I felt like I had a life. But you didn't like loosing control, did you? So you pack my things and send me home. Thought that would solve it all, didn't you?

$5.95. That's all my life is worth as long as I abide by your rules. So from now on, that's all I will be, just a bunch of chemicals. But I guess the bullet might add a few cents value. So lets call it $6.00. Are you proud of me now, father? I finally gave myself value.

Neil

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