A Review of Rushmore by ryan jensen
Over the weekend, I finally sat down and watched the film, Rushmore. The DVD was lent to me by my friend, Leah. She thinks that this movie is, "really good," and she claims that it is her "favorite." It even says so on her Friendster profile.
Rushmore is about a kid and a school. Mr. Max Fischer, played by a guy named Jason, is the main character in the film. My favorite part was the music. The songs were neat and fun. At times, I wanted to get up off of my couch and dance around the room. But I didn't. As the kids would say, "I refrained."
The relationship between Mr. Fischer and a teacher at the school, Ms. Cross, reminded me loosely of when I was in the seventh grade. I remember walking into my math classroom the first day and meeting my teacher, Cassandra (not her real name). From that point on, I was, along with every other boy in my class, infatuated with Ms. Anderstadt (still not her real name). She was twenty-three; I was twelve. It was magical.
Nothing ever came of it, but I still think of her when I'm encountering equations such as 2x+3=5. She always used to help me figure those problems out. She also tried to get me to switch from using pens to pencils, because I had messy handwriting. She was great. She was always trying to help me succeed. Maybe next time I fall in love, it won't be under such discouraging circumstances. I sure hope so. That would make me happy.
Rushmore is about a kid and a school. Mr. Max Fischer, played by a guy named Jason, is the main character in the film. My favorite part was the music. The songs were neat and fun. At times, I wanted to get up off of my couch and dance around the room. But I didn't. As the kids would say, "I refrained."
The relationship between Mr. Fischer and a teacher at the school, Ms. Cross, reminded me loosely of when I was in the seventh grade. I remember walking into my math classroom the first day and meeting my teacher, Cassandra (not her real name). From that point on, I was, along with every other boy in my class, infatuated with Ms. Anderstadt (still not her real name). She was twenty-three; I was twelve. It was magical.
Nothing ever came of it, but I still think of her when I'm encountering equations such as 2x+3=5. She always used to help me figure those problems out. She also tried to get me to switch from using pens to pencils, because I had messy handwriting. She was great. She was always trying to help me succeed. Maybe next time I fall in love, it won't be under such discouraging circumstances. I sure hope so. That would make me happy.

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