**Chapter 3: Embracing the Unknown**

As Mia savored the delicious sandwich, Neil launched into an enthusiastic explanation of the "Carpe diem" tradition. "You see, it's not just a phrase, it's a way of life here at Welton. We believe that every moment should be lived to the fullest, and that we should strive to make the most of every opportunity." Brian nodded in agreement, and Mia could tell that he was genuinely enthusiastic about the tradition. Neil's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued. "Our English teacher, Mr. John Keating, is the one who introduced us to this concept. He believes that we should challenge the status quo, think for ourselves, and not just follow the rules." Mia's curiosity was piqued, and she found herself wanting to know more about Mr. Keating and his unorthodox teaching methods. Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Mr. Keating himself walked in. "Ah, perfect timing! I see Neil's already introducing you to the 'Carpe diem' way of life." He smiled at Mia. "I trust you're getting settled in okay?" Mia nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her new teacher. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Keating. Everyone has been really welcoming." Mr. Keating nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's the Welton spirit. Now, I have an idea. Why don't you boys and Mia join me in the courtyard for an impromptu poetry reading? I think it's time we got to know each other a little better." Brian and Neil exchanged a look, and then nodded in unison. "Sounds like a great idea," Neil said, and the three of them followed Mr. Keating out into the courtyard. As they walked, Mia couldn't help but notice the beautiful architecture of the school. The buildings seemed to be a mix of old and new, with stone walls and modern windows. The courtyard was a tranquil oasis, filled with lush greenery and the sound of birds singing. When they arrived, Mia was surprised to see that several of the other boys from the dorm were already there, sitting on benches or standing in small groups. Mr. Keating climbed up onto a bench, and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Today, we're going to do something a little different. We're going to read poetry, but not just any poetry. We're going to read it with passion, with conviction, and with feeling. We're going to make it come alive." He smiled at the group. "Who's first?" Todd, the shy poet, hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. He cleared his throat, and began to recite a beautiful poem, his words flowing like music. Mia listened, entranced, as the poem painted a picture of love, loss, and longing. As Todd finished, the group applauded, and Mr. Keating nodded in approval. "Bravo, Todd. Now it's your turn, Mia. What do you think? Can you recite a poem that speaks to you?" Mia felt a surge of nervousness, but something about the atmosphere and the encouragement from Mr. Keating and the others made her feel more at ease. She took a deep breath, and began to recite a poem she had learned in school, one that had always spoken to her. As she spoke, she felt a sense of freedom, of release. The words poured out of her like water, and she felt like she was finally being heard. When she finished, the group applauded again, and Mia felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. Mr. Keating smiled at her, his eyes shining with approval. "Well done, Mia. You're a natural." He nodded at the group. "I think we're off to a great start here. Let's keep the poetry flowing, and see where it takes us."