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Have a good day.

Yeah, thanks a lot. See ya.

Simon, wait!

Thanks a lot.

You know, it feels
like you're blowing spit

all over the back of my head.

I'm just getting my chops down.

And it's your hair gel.

I don't use hair gel.

But someone has been
getting their chops down

every since we left the
house, so I'm a little edgy.

A little touchy.

Grouchy.

It's not my fault? I'm
a slave to the muse.

You don't even know
what that means.

You just heard it somewhere.

For your information,

muse is short for music.

It's musician talk.

Oh, and you are so I-7.

What?

Put an I and a 7
next to each other.

What does it make?

A square?

You called me a square?

Dig it, hip cat.

I think it's hep. Hep cat.

Sorry, it's just that
I'm a musician myself

and it's hep cat.

It's definitely hep.

Hi Mr. Lane.

Oh, no, you're welcome.

I said, "you're
welcome" for the ride.

Hi, I'm Bob Lane.
Mark's science teacher.

Something I can do to help?

Yeah, you can mind
your own business.

You just made a big mistake.

♪ & 7th heaven ♪&

♪ & When I see their happy faces
smilin' back at me ♪&

♪ & 7th heaven ♪&

♪ & I know there's
no greater feelin' ♪&

♪ & Than the love
of a family ♪&

♪ & Where can you go ♪&

♪ & When the world
don't treat you right? ♪&

♪ & The answer is home ♪&

♪ & That's the one place
that you'll find ♪&

♪ & 7th heaven ♪&

♪ & Mmm, 7th heaven ♪&

♪ & 7th heaven ♪&

I did that!

It's ok. It's gonna be ok.

I like it.

No, really, really,

now wait, now listen.
Listen, it's...

Come on, it's like this with
every pregnancy project.

How many lights and ceiling
fans and toaster ovens

did we go through when you
were pregnant with Mary

and learning electric?

And how about
plumbing with Lucy.

We were the only
house on the block

with an undertow
in the basement.

But you know, you mastered
those pregnancy projects

and you'll get this one, too.

It'll just take some time.

Mary was plumbing,
Lucy was electric.

Right. Right.

I'll tell you what
the problem is.

Me?

The problem is
I'm as big as shamu

and I can't get close enough to
the shrubs to cut them properly,

even if I knew how to,
which I don't obviously.

I think you're beautiful.

Yeah, yeah.

Is it too much to ask
that the twins and I

can share a special experience
during the last few months

when it's just the 3 of us?

No, no. I'm not in the
sharing part anywhere, am I?

Ha ha ha. You've
shared plenty, mister.

You know, at one time, I thought
about taking piano lessons,

but it just got too hard
to find a teacher.

Oh, well, I'll... I'll do that.
I'll do that.

I... i... i know somebody who
might be perfect for you.

I'll just make a phone
call and you'll be

tickling the ivories in no time.

Why not?

Yeah, that's the spirit.

"Goodwives," said
a hard-featured dame of 50,

"I'll tell ye
a piece of my mind.

"It would be greatly
for the public behoof

"that if we women,
being of mature age

"and church members
in good repute,

"should have the handling
of such malefactresses

"as this hester prynne.

"What think ye, gossips?

"If the hussy stood up
for judgment before us 5

"that are now here
in a knot together,

"would she come off
with such a sentence

"as the worshipful
magistrates have awarded?

Marry, I trow not..."

excuse me, uh, Mrs. mckee,

uh, that was the bell.

Oh, of course, have a lovely day

and think about dimsdale
and our poor hester.

Ok.

Does anyone know what's
going on in here?

No. I tried to read the book,

but it's about puritans
from a million years ago.

We should bag
this class tomorrow.

It's not like we're
going to miss anything

or be missed.

It's a plan.

Hi, Simon.

Sorry to take you out of class.

I just need to ask you
a few questions.

Ok.

You know Mr. huff.

Sort of. He's mark's dad.

Mm-hmm. And, uh,
I know you know Mr. Lane.

Simon, I understand
you witnessed an incident

in the parking lot this morning.

It's ok. Just tell
Ms. Howard what you saw.

Something happened between Mr.
Lane and Mr... Mr. huff.

Mr. Lane pushed him.

But I was far away,

I couldn't hear
what was going on,

and I probably
didn't see everything.

Ms. Howard: Thank you very
much for your help, Simon.

Uh, Mrs. Williams?

Mrs. Williams will
take you back to class.

Hey, Simon...

You did great. Hmm? You got it?

So do you take care of this

or do I call the police

and file assault charges?

Um, sorry to interrupt.

I just left my lunch in here.

Is that my lunch?

I'm sorry, Lucy, I didn't
know you'd be back.

You ate my lunch?

Well, I figured if you
were coming back for it,

you would have been here sooner.

It's a long hallway.

A long, windy hallway

filled with obstacles
that walk and shove

and get in your way on their way

to eating their own lunches.

What's the shortest
distance between 2 points?

A straight line.

You know, if you applied what
we talked about in class,

you might have gotten back here
quicker and saved your lunch.

I just don't
understand geometry.

I can't do that
kind of thinking.

I don't have that side of
the brain or something.

Hmm, really,
because it looks like

you're not all that
interested in geometry

and aren't really
giving it your best shot.

It's hard to be
interested in something

you know you'll never use.

I mean never get.

Oh.

That's ok. Thanks.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

Dr. laroe is stalking you.

Gimme a break.

If a woman like that
smiles at you,

that's all the breaks
you get in this life.

Dr. laroe, hi.
What are you doing here?

I got tired of grading papers.

Thought I'd come
shoot some pool.

And no, I haven't gotten to
either of your papers yet.

Ha ha.

You guys ok?

Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Ok. Hang in there.

Ok.

Smooth. Very smooth.

What? I was just being polite.

It was either that or go into fugue
state and stare off into space,

but you already
had that covered.

I'll handle women my way,
you handle women 'em yours.

I wasn't handling anybody.

And how would you know how to
handle anyone? You never go out.

I'll let you in
on a little secret.

Not dating women gives me
plenty of time to study them.

Wow. And to think some people
actually rely on experience.

Fools.

Come on.

What do we have to lose?

Give me a minute.
It'll come to me.

Are you ok?

Oh, yeah, just when I was
about to nail a groove,

blowing on that flute
made me light-headed.

Well, do you want me
to go get mom or dad?

Nah, I'm just a little
dizzy and I don't mind it.

See, for the flute,
you have to breathe

and blow in a certain way

and man, that gets
you in the head.

What a train wreck.

What happened to your trumpet?

Did you know that trumpet
had a spit valve?

Yeah.

I didn't. It's not for me.

Besides, Lucy took it from me.

Well, maybe you should think about
choosing a different instrument.

I mean, even if you get
real good at the flute,

how much fun will it be
if you get dizzy

and pass out all the time?

When you're right, you're right.

And you, sir, are right.

Really?

Yeah, I just picked the flute

because it came with the
cutest little case.

Most instruments
come with a case.

A cute one?

Darling.

That settles it then.

I'll just go to
band class tomorrow

and pick out something else.

Good idea. You'll be
hitting your licks

on another instrument
before you know it.

I had no idea you
could speak musician.

Well, there was a time
way back when

when I flirted with
the woodwinds myself.

Oh, Simon, you're the bomb.

Yeah, I wish it were
that simple.

She ate it.

I accidentally left
my lunch in class

and Mrs. Reese ate it.

My lunch! All of it!

Well, practically.

And to add insult to injury,

she said that if I'd
applied the geometry stuff

we learned in class, that
I might have made it back

to the room in time
to save my lunch.

Is there any truth in that?

How would I know?

I don't know any geometry.

Uh, allow me, please.

You owe me big time.

Does that mean you want
Mary or Matt

to help you with your geometry?

No. I want you
to call Mrs. Reese

and tell her to stop
eating my lunch.

If it continues, I will.
And it is possible

that today was just a weird day.

And I don't want to upset you

in your weakened
and starving condition,

but maybe you should take a
stab at learning geometry.

Why? I don't get it.

I will never get it.

And I don't see how it will
ever help me in life to get it.

It might help you
save your lunch.

Annie, Lucy,
this is Josh hinkle,

Mrs. hinkle's nephew.

Josh is your new piano teacher.

If you're interested.

Oh, yeah.

Ok.

Thanks for walking me
out to my car, Matt.

Oh, it was my pleasure.

The only smart way
to go at night.

I hope I didn't keep you from
getting too much studying done.

No, I needed a break.

What are you doing?

So, uh, she asked
what you were doing

while you were kissing her?

There was still
lip to lip contact, yes.

Yikes.

I misread the signals.

You think?

What?

Nothing.

Well, I mean, you look great.

Oh, I just gave my face

a couple swipes
with the washcloth,

put on a little lipstick
and some blush.

I must be looking
wonderful lately

if that's all it takes
to get great. Ha ha.

I just thought maybe
you were going somewhere.

I am, to the living room.

I have my piano lesson today.

Ahh, what time is Josh coming?

Oh, anytime now.

And you don't want to be late.

Of course not. We're
paying him by the hour,

and I don't want to waste
our money or his time.

Of course, there probably
won't be room enough

for both of us
on the piano bench,

and I won't be able to get
close enough to the keyboard

to actually touch the keys,

but someone in this house
thinks that I'll feel better

once I get my pregnancy
project underway.

Guilty.

I'll get it.

Ha ha ha ha.

Did anything Mrs.
Reese say in geometry

today make sense to you?

Oh, I don't know. The whole
thing gives me a headache,

so I try to tune it out
right from the beginning.

Hey.

We're not going to Mrs.
Mckee's class, are we?

Please say no.

We've got the big game tomorrow

and I for one could use a break.

It's not like Mrs. mckee
will ever miss us.

Ok, let's go.

Nothing to it.

Oh, girls, good,
you're all right.

I missed you in class today.

- That one.
- The sax?

Cool. It's the biggest
instrument we've got left

and you'll be the only girl
in the band rippin' on it.

It speaks to me.

That's what all the really
hip gig musicians say.

Their instruments speak to them.

Remember, the most important
thing about music,

find out what makes you happy

and you get down with it.

Boss, man.

You said it.

Did you hear?

Hear what?

Mr. Lane got suspended
from teaching today.

What?

I was in the office
and I heard Mrs. Williams

ask Mr. Mackey if
he'd cover his classes

till they got a long-term sub.

Oh, no!

Hi.

- Oh.
- Not again.

How could you leave your lunch
in geometry class again?

I don't know. Because I
love a frenzied, sweaty

hallway sprint before lunch?

Ok, where's the straightest line

from here to our geometry room?

I don't know.

You really gotta start paying

more attention in class.

Ok, bye.

Oh, I'm sorry, Lucy.

I didn't know if you'd remember
to come back again today.

No, I'm sorry. I didn't know

you'd start on my
lunch again today.

Well, you should have.

It's called a given.

You see, this situation
isn't all that different

from a geometry proof.

"Why Mrs. Reese eats my lunch."

Your lunch is something
to be eaten.

That's the definition of lunch.

Your lunch is in here
to be eaten

because you leave it in here.

That is a given.

I don't want it to sit
and rot, et cetera.

That is also a given.

So what conclusion
can we draw from this?

That if my lunch
is left in here,

you're gonna eat it unless I
get back here before you do.

Exactly right.

Which route did you
take to get back here?

The south hallway.

Ok. G, that's our geometry room

and f, that's you, famished.

Hmm.

If you draw an imaginary line

from here to here...

It's a right triangle?

And how could you have
gotten to g quicker.

By going from here to here.

Yep. You bisect the angle to the
midpoint on the hypotenuse.

So can I have whatever's
left from my lunch?

Oh.

I had a light, light breakfast.

Missed you in class.

I walked Dr. laroe to her car
last night after we played pool.

And it took you
till now to get back?

We talked for a couple minutes

and I kissed her.

Well, are you the kitty's cat?

Yeah, right.

Turns out I misread the signals

and she didn't
want me to kiss her.

So I guess I'm more like
the kitty's litter.

Oh, I don't get it.
I know women.

I mean, I could be a woman
I know them so well.

And all the signals were there.

Well, this makes the day better.

What?

I can't believe she did this.

What, bleed a red pen to death?

No. You make a pass at her,

she doesn't like it,
so the next day,

she decided your work sucks.

That's like a harassment thing.

Only she gave you a bad grade
because you're too willing.

Look, I admit I was wrong
about the signal thing,

but this is different.

We're not in
high school anymore.

This is college and we're
supposed to be adults.

You gotta confront her
about this, like an adult.

Ok. Ok.

I don't envy you, man,
but you gotta do this.

It's a life lesson.

Hey, Simon, what are you doing?

I know I should... i
shouldn't have left school,

but I didn't know
what else to do.

What happened?

Mr. Lane got suspended
from teaching

and it's all my fault.

What?

Mr. Lane pushed Mr. huff

in the parking lot yesterday

and I saw it.

And the principal made me
tell her what happened,

but i... i just didn't want to.

And I told her I didn't
see the whole thing,

and I didn't hear anything,

but that doesn't matter

'cause Mr. Lane's
suspended from teaching.

It's... it's all my fault.

No, no, listen,
it isn't. Listen.

You did the right thing.
I'm proud of you.

Mr. Lane hates me now.

No, he doesn't.

He's... he's a great guy.

I'm... I'm sure he understands.

Why would he?

I don't.

I'll talk to him. I'll try
to find out what happened,

but for the moment, I don't
know what else I can do.

Could you tell him I'm sorry?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt,

but if you have a minute,

I was hoping
I could talk to you.

Sure.

I was just wondering

if what happened last night

had anything to do with this?

No. Did what happen last night

have anything to do with
your bailing on my class?

Well, it's just that I've always
done pretty well in English

and this grade and the thing
that happened last night

seemed pretty coincidental.

Your lack of a sound premise

and fresh analysis
of the material

had something, a great deal, in
fact, to do with your grade.

This is how I remember
last night.

We shot pool,
you walked me to my car,

you made a somewhat
presumptuous,

but otherwise harmless
pass, and I went home.

That's it. It's not
the first unwelcome...

No offense, pass
that's ever come my way

and it probably
won't be the last,

but I don't have to give out
a bad grade for revenge.

I'm an adult.

And up until today,
I thought you were, too.

What a train wreck.

I really appreciate
your meeting me here.

Simon is very upset.

He's got no reason to be.

He did exactly the right thing.

I tried to tell him as much,

but I think he was
too far gone to hear me.

Or well on his way.

So what happened?

Pretty much what Simon told you.

Carl huff dropped
his son mark off,

and when he didn't thank him for
the ride, he came after him.

Came after him?

Yeah, it's hard to describe
if you're not there,

but there was something
about Carl huff's voice,

his body language,

even in the energy that
he directed at his kid...

It was wrong.

Wrong, how?

I've been on the receiving end

of that kind of energy
and I know

what it can mean, how it feels.

See, my dad knew only one
way to cope with his life.

With anger.

I should never have
laid a hand on Carl huff.

It was a mistake,
but mark was terrified.

And when his dad
charged our way,

it was like some kind
of switch flipped.

I was 12 years old again
and my dad was coming at me.

It was a long time ago.
I thought I was over it.

I don't know how you ever get
over something like that.

But, you know, talking to
somebody, a professional,

might help you to deal
with it differently.

Maybe.

Definitely.

You can change
your father's legacy

and the one you
leave, but it'll take

a lot of hard work.

Well, if you can
recommend someone, um,

it looks like I'll have
the time to do it.

Right after you called,
the school called.

I was fired.

Yeah.

I need to take 5.

Music is exhausting.

The thing is, the sax
used to speak to me,

but now it's done talking.

And that doesn't make me happy.

Have you heard anything
about the oboe?

Not yet.

You should get
a pierced ear, Simon.

It would look really boss.

Well, it's still America

and I can get another
slammin' instrument

and just riff on it
to my heart's content.

Sure, 'cause the week
hasn't been bad enough.

How's the new pregnancy
project working out?

Perfectly. You were right.

I feel more centered
and balanced

since I found my new
project groove.

Well, I'm thrilled that Josh
has made you feel better.

So where are the kids?

Chained upstairs somewhere.

You know, all my pregnancy
projects made me feel better,

Josh is just my teacher.

Uh-huh.

What?

You dress up,
you put on a little makeup,

you get ready early, it's got
nothing to do with Josh?

No, as a matter of fact,
it has to do with me.

Sure. Sure.

Let's face it, Josh is
a great-looking guy.

You know, if you wanted
to flirt with him

and have him flirt
with you a little,

I... i wouldn't blame you.

I ca...

I can't believe
you're saying this.

I am a happily married
woman with 5 children

who's as big as all outdoors
because I'm having twins

by the man I love
more than life!

I love the sentimental stage.

Do you mind?
I'm in the zone here.

The geometry zone?

I thought you saw no use
for geometry in your life.

It might help me save my lunch.

So would not
leaving it in class.

I haven't met the fda's daily
nutritional recommendations

one day this week.
Do you really think

it's a good time to get
in my face with details?

Don't you have a lifetime
grounding to get to?

- Mom and dad haven't grounded me.
- Yet.

All right. I'm only
going through this once.

Mom and dad have
strict rules for us.

That's the definition
of mom and dad.

One of their rules is no cutting school.
That's a given.

In the past, mom and dad have grounded
you a week for hogging the phone,

2 weeks for being late
for a class,

and one month for being
late for your curfew.

Givens, all. Therefore,
because you cut a class,

we can conclude you will never again
feel the sunlight on your face.

You're scaring me.

I'm scaring myself, sister.

Do you need the tub?

Maybe later.

I needed some privacy and quiet.

It was getting
pretty loud around here.

I understand. Believe me.

Look, I met Mr. Lane down at the
pool hall for a cup of coffee,

and he told me what happened.

Is he still mad at me for spilling
my guts at the principal's office?

No. He was never mad at you for that...
Or anything else.

He... he takes full responsibility
for everything that's happened.

Does this mean everything's ok?

No. But I'm gonna go
over to mark's house

and try to talk
to his dad. We'll see.

Yeah.

Here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh-oh. What's wrong?

Well... I got a c-minus
on my English paper,

so I went and asked Dr. laroe

if that thing in the parking lot
had anything to do with it.

I'm guessing it didn't?

Well, then you'd be right.

You're usually much better than
this at reading the signals.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

But Scott's there, and he sees
it pretty much the way I do.

Any possibility that you're just
seeing it the way Scott does?

Maybe. But he said the whole
thing's a life lesson,

and that sounded right.

It is. But it's
up to you to decide

what you want to get
out of that lesson,

and... and it's up to you to decide
how you want to be changed by it.

Ok. I just came down
to say that I'm sorry.

For skipping class
or... Getting caught?

Or causing me to come and get
you in the principal's office

so that your teacher can tell
me that for some reason,

my 16-year-old daughter can't
seem to find her way to class?

Yes, but, mom, Mrs. mckee just reads
aloud every day, and it's boring.

Besides, I can read
the book by myself.

- So have you?
- What?

Read the book!

Well, some of it,
but I can't get into it.

And besides, like I said,

Mrs. mckee reads the thing
aloud in class every day.

Yes, but you have to actually
be in class to hear it

and benefit from it. Y-you see
where I'm going with this?

Yes.

See, if, uh... If my kid
can't get anything,

not even the tiniest little
morsel, from a classic novel

about societal mores, shame,
scorn, and ostracism,

then I look to my kid. Not the
teacher, not Nathaniel hawthorne,

but my kid. Of course, now
that I know that my kid

has read and/or heard very
few of those actual words,

I feel better. Or a... A different
kind of worse. I'm... I'm not sure.

Well, Mrs. mckee could've
just suspended us for a day.

No, no, no, no. See, I'm with her on that.
It doesn't make sense

that the punishment
for not coming to class

is being suspended
from more classes.

Of course, the fact that
you're more concerned

with the punishment
than the crime...

Tells me something.

- You know what it tells me?
- What?

My kid is a weenie!

But we're suspended from the
first game of the season.

See? That's a weenie thing to say
in light of this conversation!

I'm grounded for life, aren't I?

That's a given.

But you're learning.

Uh... Sorry if I scared you.

When you weren't in your office,

I figured I'd take a shot and
see if you were in here.

I just forgot a couple of papers.
So.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of 2 visits in a single day?

Um... A moment
of lucidity, I hope.

Look, I just wanted to
apologize for handling...

Well, everything so badly.

It's not a true reflection of me

and nowhere close to the
person I want to be, and...

I'm sorry.

Well. You're handling
this situation much better,

so, um... I'd say
you've learned something.

Thanks.

Sorry if I've interrupted you.

Again.

But if you ever feel burnt out

and want to shoot some pool...

Great.

Mark?

Yeah?

Hi. I'm Eric Camden.
Simon's dad?

You ok?

Yeah.

I...I'm just looking
for something.

Some wife you are,

take your clothes and get out.

Mark! Get back in the house!

I'm sorry to just...
Just show up like this.

I'm Eric Camden.
I'm the minister

down at the glenoak
community church.

I don't know why you're here
or what you're thinking,

but you picked a bad time.

I'm not a 12-year-old boy.

Oh, no!

You'd better get off
my property,

or I'm gonna call the cops.

Go ahead. It'll save me
the trouble of doing it.

My family's none of your
or anyone else's business.

Take a look. Your wife and
your son are terrified of you.

Look, I don't know what's been going on
with you or what you've been taught,

but... You need help.
So does your family.

I have the right to
deal with my family

in my own way
and in my own time.

Time's up.

Oh, honey...

Oh, honey...

♪ & There was a farmer
had a dog ♪&

♪ & And bingo
was his name-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & And bingo
was his name-o ♪&

♪ & There was
a farmer had... ♪&

Ohh...

Oh, wait. Wait. Ok.

These hallways are an "I."

Uh, but these two make a 7.

Ok.

L-7.

That's a square.

Opposite angles are equal.

Bisect this one.

You told me to start
paying attention.

This is the shortest way
back to the room.

What do you think?
Should I go for it?

I mean, how much can you trust
geometry in the real world?

What do you have to lose?

Nothing...

Except my lunch.

Mmm!

Lucy. How did you
get here so fast?

By recognizing that the
hallways form a square.

I bisected the congruent angles

and took a right at their
point of intersection,

and here I am.

Wow. Very impressive.

Thanks. I hit a groove.
May I have my lunch?

You didn't bring one today.

What?

You didn't leave one in class,

so I'm assuming you
didn't bring one today.

Oh, yeah.

Um...

Would you and Shelby
care to join me?

It's the least I can do.

Well... That'd be great. Thanks.

So I guess you
can "use" geometry?

I mean "get."

Yeah. Thanks for teaching me.

I didn't. I taught you that
with the right motivation

you could learn geometry... And probably
anything else you put your mind to.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'll go get Shelby.

Hi. Uh... 2 lemonades,

a large popcorn,
and a candy bar.

So what's the "a" for?

Oh. "Absentee."

- What?
- I cut class, got busted.

Now they're making me
work here and wear this.

Lame.

Yeah, no kidding.

No, not the punishment.
You guys.

We're dyin' there without you.

I can't believe you'd do
something so stupid and selfish

when so many people are counting on you.
$5.35, please.

Short-term thinking.

Why don't they just stone us?

Yeah, no kidding.

Now I know what hester
prynne must've felt like.

Ohhh!

Thanks for rearranging your
schedule to fit me in.

I didn't want to miss the first
game of the wildcat season.

It's the least I could do
for my favorite student.

I'm your favorite student?

Yeah. You're smart,
dedicated, beautiful.

I only hope there's
someone out there for me

who's as incredible
as you are in every way.

Good night, Annie.

Ok.

So I apologized

to Dr. laroe. She accepted.
We shot some pool,

shook hands, and went our
separate ways into the night.

End of story.

You know, I'm proud of you for
doing what you needed to do.

I'm... I'm sorry you had to
learn so much the hard way.

In my experience,
there is no other way.

Hey. How was the piano lesson?

Fine.

But I owe... i owe you an apology.

For?

For...

Flirting with Josh and wanting
him to flirt with me.

It... it was completely
unconscious,

but I must've been doing it,

because as he was leaving...

He told me I was...

Beautiful and incredible.

He's right.

Well.

Anyway, I'm...
I'm sorry, and, uh...

While it was flattering,

um, the only thing
I feel right now

is... Embarrassment.

There's no need.

But... I understand.

Good.

Are you mad?

No. I know your mom loves me.

I know she doesn't like the way
she looks during every pregnancy.

And after 5 of them, I've
finally found the answer.

Josh. See, if...

If I say that she's beautiful,

your mom dismisses it because
she thinks I'm biased.

But if Josh, a handsome
young acquaintance,

thinks she's beautiful...
It must be true.

Nice work.

Yeah. We learn. We cope.
We learn to cope.

You know, i... i think
she's getting better.

That's love.

Oh, yeah.

♪ & There was a farmer had a
dog, and bingo was his name-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & And bingo
was his name-o ♪&

♪ & There was a farmer had a
dog, and bingo was his name-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & B-i-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & And bingo
was his name-o ♪&

♪ & There was a farmer had a
dog, and bingo was his name-o ♪&

♪ & I-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & I-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & I-n-g-o ♪&

♪ & And bingo
was his name-o ♪&

♪ & There was a farmer who had a
dog, and bingo was his name-o ♪&

♪ & N-g-o ♪&

♪ & N-g-o ♪&

♪ & N-g-o ♪&

♪ & And bingo
was his name-o ♪&

I want to thank you for
getting the school board

to take another look at my case

in light of the new information.

Don't thank me. It was your
commitment to counseling

that cemented your rehire.

Well... My life will never be the same.
And neither will mark's.

Well, mark's mother deserves
the credit for that.

She's still afraid
of her husband,

but she found the courage
to press charges,

have him arrested, and get a
restraining order against him.

And what she couldn't
do, the court could,

like ordering him to
undergo abuse counseling.

Why is it so hard for those of
us who need help to get it?

Not everyone who wants help
knows where to find it.

Yeah, I guess. Hey.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

All right.

No, it's not a ghost.

I'm back.

Miss me?

- Yeah!
- Yeah! -Yeah!

Did you get in trouble

'cause you pushed that guy
in the parking lot?

Uh, yeah. And I should've.

My dad used to hit me.

Uh, I think his dad
probably hit him,

and he didn't know how to
handle things any other way.

I wore long-sleeve shirts
and pants all the time,

even in the summer.

My friends used to think
I was the biggest klutz alive

because I was
always telling them

that i... i got my bruises and
black eyes and bloody noses

from falling down or
walking into things.

But I didn't.
My dad gave them to me.

And I used to think
it was my fault...

'Cause of something I did or didn't
do, because I wasn't good enough

or smart enough
or something enough.

But getting hit wasn't my fault.

It was my dad's problem...
His sickness.

And he tried to give it to me.

And when I pushed that man
in the parking lot,

I realized he had
given it to me...

Because I was ready to handle
things like he used to.

But I don't want to... Because it's
wrong, because it is a sickness.

And one of the things that I
should've been teaching you,

along with the parts of the
cell and photosynthesis...

Is that abuse
is never your fault.

And you don't deserve to be
beaten, no matter what you do.

And if somebody is hurting you,

you have to tell
someone who can help...

A teacher, a... a counselor...

Someone you trust.

That's what I learned.

And part of my job
as your teacher

is to make sure
I teach you that.

So. Open up your books

to, uh... Page 47.

Got a lot of work to do.