In Lauren’s classroom, The Graduate is explaining his exciting new textbook to her. “Instead of asking students to memorize dates and events, we focus on the leaders that followed after, try to get inside their heads.” Blah blah, apparently kids retain information better with this new magical textbook, and kids with no interest in history have been engaged. Speaking of engaged, Daniel is now staring at Lauren with sweet puppy-dog eyes. She asks when it’s going to be published, and he says that the publisher hasn’t committed yet, and he’d love to get her feedback by June. Really? Then why is he showing her what looks like a galley proof if the publisher hasn’t committed, hm? Anyway, the whole textbook thing is more or less irrelevant, so I’m done spending time on it. Eventually, he says, “Ms. Davis. Would you be interested in getting a drink tonight?” Which is the point of the scene. Lauren just grins. Surprised, you know, but not displeased.
By his locker, Marilyn is still hounding poor Anxious Boy, who says, “I appreciate your concern, Ms. Souter, but you’re gonna give me another anxiety attack.” She makes him look her in the eye and tell her that his mother doesn’t hit him. “Can I please go now?” She says sure, and he goes, passing Lisa Greer, who greets him and gets no response. Lisa turns to Marilyn: “What’s going on?” “It’s private, Lisa,” says Marilyn, and starts to walk away. “His mother?” Marilyn stops. “What about her?” Lisa explains that there’s “something off” about that woman. “Once, a bunch of us were hanging out on a Saturday, she pulls up in her car, and drags him off. Said he was supposed to be studying.” Marilyn asks for a clarification of the word "dragged." “She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him. Of course, I can’t be objective, she was calling me a whore at the time. That was another thing he was evidently doing wrong, hanging around whores…” Marilyn cuts Lisa off with a meaningful look over her shoulder, but it’s too late, cause Anxious Boy's mother is right there. Of course, there’s a big clear hallway behind Lisa, so I don’t know why Marilyn didn’t see her coming. I guess her superpower is appearing from nowhere. “You weren’t simply hanging out on a Saturday,” says Invisa-Mom, “you were drinking beer. And Jeremy had missed three days of school due to an illness so this came at a time when he was trying to catch up. So there were circumstances, you see. Oh, and in the interest of accuracy, you were the only whore I objected to Jeremy keeping company with.”