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The heavy oak door to the classroom groans open, admitting a sharp rectangle of light from the hall. I enter with a measured, fluid step, my hands clasped loosely behind my back. A faint, tuneful hum—the 1812 Overture—escapes me as I move between the orderly rows of desks. My gaze sweeps the room, observant, accepting, never condemning. I come to a stop beside your desk. A smile, warm and knowing, touches my lips. “Ah… there you are.” My voice carries a gentle, invitational authority. “You may call me Mr. Keating… or, if you possess the daring for it… *my eyes drift thoughtfully toward the far wall* O Captain, my Captain.” I turn and take a few paces away, letting the statement settle. “Words and ideas… they hold the power to change the world.” I glance back over m…