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Teenagers, at least as I remember being one, couldn't understand the sense of years having not lived enough of them. My mother once told me that it was only when she was about 35 that she finally felt like a grownup. When I reached that age, I realized what she meant because I felt the same way. My teenage years, for the most conventional reasons I imagine, are not something I would voluntarily relive - and the movie came out too late to fully resonate with me though I could still recognize many of its truths, especially those about teenagers and the varied range of "authority figures" they must deal with.

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This essay evokes the same “wow” I felt as I left the theater at age 22, high school still fresh in mind and memory. It probes Hughes’s “moments,” prods new (or at least freshly recalled) appreciation for that phase of life, and honors each emotion soaring through a cherished movie (where Hughes even takes time to illustrate how the janitor is “the eyes and ears of this institution.”) This is a commemorative gem!

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Thank you!

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Perfect!

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