Journalism 101

Assassination of a High School President

I've always seen this movie at the shop but never really had the guts to pick it up. It always looked so much like a flop and I've had way too many movie let downs this week.

Finally after really looking at it, I saw Mischa Barton's name and Bruce Willis' too. So, I thought hey, how bad could it be if Bruce was in it right?

So I finally picked it up and decided I could use a movie that really made me think. Turns out my whole day of work just didn't have enough mental stimulation.

The movie is basically about a sophomore, Bobby Funke, who writes for the school paper. An aspiring journalist, he finally gets his big-break from the editor of the paper when he's assigned to write a story on the school Student Council President.

Mischa Barton happens to be the girl-friend of this President, and unsuspectingly the hottest girl in school.

The whole plot thickens when a whole batch of SAT's are stolen from the principals (Bruce Willis) office and so does Bobby's story. This is really where the story really begins.

An excellent movie about investigative journalism and the typical high school problems.

I really like it because it talks about business and careers from a young start. Which is something a lot of our High School students need.

I remember when I started college. I didn't know what I was doing and I didn't know what I wanted to do. I spent a whole year and a half in college finding out what it was I really wanted to do in life, then flunked out and moved on to another college to pursue it for reals.

Most of our High School students just flow through High School like it was a stream that just had to run. They are never exposed to active use of their minds to think and figure out what it was that made them tick (We all know how we just memorized shit in school). Then we go to college and keep doing the same thing.

We need to be given the training and instructions on how to start using our brains at an early stage. The only instruction manuals that exist out there are our teachers. Who come into class, sat down with their newspapers, and decided we shouldn't make too much noise or we might disrupt their concentration.

It took me a year and a half and thousands of tuition money spent in college to figure out what it was I was cut out for.

How long did it take you?