Now it's Brad's personal segment. And, considering how cool Brad is, I'm thinking the producers are actually going to give him more than three seconds. I'm right. Graduation won't be a sad thing for him; it'll be a happy thing. It's a celebration for him. In the Drop-In Center, Brad talks about how the junior and senior classes are, at large, fairly accepting of homosexuals, but that the underclassmen are sadly lacking in homosexual acceptance. Brad's worried that when "they" leave -- "they" being the upperclassmen homosexuals -- it's going to be a different place. The Drop-In Counselor tells Brad that he's not replaceable. That he's left his mark on this school.
The Counselor goes on to tell us that what he's learned from Brad is extraordinary. "He is my hero," says the Counselor. "I hope he knows the groundwork that he's laid for people who will come after him." Word. I wish there had been someone like Brad or someone like the Counselor (yes, I know he has a name, but I don't have the tape that tells us his name within reach at the moment, so cut me some slack, okay?) to be there for the various burgeoning gay men and women at my high school. I mean, my guidance counselor was a lesbian, but nobody, and I mean NOBODY, could talk about it. I knew. My parents knew. The staff knew. But nobody could talk about it. I had a couple of gay friends that I knew from theatre. Could they talk to anyone about this? No. How awesome would have been for them to have an "out" compatriot with whom they could discuss their problems? Or a counselor dedicated to helping them out with those problems? God. Lake Forest High School sucks ass.
Okay, so now we're on to Kiwi's personal segment. Kiwi's managed to get into Ball State (David Letterman's alma mater). A man I assume is the football coach accosts Kiwi in the hall and gives him shit about his chin pubes (read: attempt at a goatee). Coach comments on the t-shirt Kiwi's wearing; it bears the words "BALL STATE," thereby announcing to the world that Kiwi's actually been accepted at Ball State. Or he bought a t-shirt at their alumni shop. Kiwi bids Coach adieu, and then we switch to
the band room. Kaytee's sitting on the floor and occasionally punching fists with a couple of students. She lies down on the floor and puts what appears to be a furry lampshade on her head. She says in a VO that everyone's leaving and everything's going to change next year. She's going to be a senior, and she keeps thinking that's going to be a good thing. But maybe not. In an interview in her room, Kaytee says, "I've had no luck with...boys...or...with...I mean, really, I'm not a great student. I'm really not. I can't study. I mean -- and then like songwriting -- I don't need to do that -- I don't need to keep pushing them out! Like, I'm giving birth to my songs!"