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people exaggerate so much here

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First a nitpick: Lisa should not be in Mr. Hand's US History class. At least, I don't think she's supposed to be a freshman. While a senior (Brad) being with a freshman isn't unheard of, it seems strange that, since they've been together for two years (and this is said at the beginning of the movie, thus at the beginning of the school year), that he, presumably as a freshman, got together with a sixth grader... or if the 2-year measure is approximate, sophomore Brad got together with seventh grader Lisa. Seems odd. Maybe she just really sucks at history, but then she should have had summer school or something by now. If she is a freshman, or has flunked history class numerous times, it seems a lot more reasonable that Brad, a senior, wants to break up, whether or not they're having sex. Keep in mind, book Brad is a virgin while movie Brad claims that Lisa is good in bed. But anyway, I'm drifting beyond the obvious topics today. So, first... second of all...

its no huge thing; it's just sex

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(A quick note: I forgot to mention that yesterday I passed my prospectus defense so I will be going forward with my Master’s Thesis about the creation of this blog.) Anyway, Linda... In the film, you might get the idea that she’s the resident expert on sex at Ridgemont High, but only barely. In the script I found (again, I’m not sure what draft this would be, there’s no cover page) there’s more to her scene with Stacy after she (Stacy) has talked to Ron in the mall, and there’s an extra scene of Linda at Ridgemont early on. First, the bit at the mall, after hours, movie version: Stacy: Linda, did I show you this? He gave me his card. “Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant.” Linda: Maybe we should, like, get a frame for this and put it up on the wall. Stacy: Come on, Linda, you’re the one who told me I was gonna get a boyfriend at the mall. (BEAT) Do you think he’ll call this week? Linda: Stace, why don’t you just call him? Stacy: I can’t. Linda: Yes, you can. Guys love that sort of t...