Movie set. Snore. Yawn. Drool. Whitney is running all over the place, basically acting like a real pain in the ass. She informs Todd yet again that he's behind schedule and over budget and that the suits hate Natasha and I think I'm just going to go back to sleep. In fact, I was dreaming that I was in the middle of a calculus exam -- even though, in real life, I talked my way out of taking calculus, like, ever -- and even that was much more entertaining that this is. And I say that as someone who really, really dislikes math. Basically, Whitney wants to shut down production and recast. But Dawson has to butt his big fat head in, insisting that Natasha can do the job and saying that for this movie to work, the heroine has to be "both sexy and intelligent. Natasha is that girl." What is this fluid coming out of my mouth? Why, it's vomit! I hate this show. Whitney gives Dawson a supremely dirty look, then turns to Todd. "Why do I care what he thinks?" she asks snidely, bless her. Todd sputters that Dawson is the flick's target demo and also his one true love and I seriously think that I might follow through on my previous threat to recap a book on my shelf rather than continue with this agonizingly dull Movie In Jeopardy plot. Anyway, Whitney finally agrees reluctantly when Dawson suggests they show her some recut footage of Natasha's performance. Todd is so thrilled by this development that he kisses Dawson right on the mouth. Not really, but you know he wants to. And you know, maybe I'll just start making shit up now. It's bound to be more interesting that what's actually happening.
Classroom of the Closeted. Jen looks at the blue books before them and sputters that there must be some mistake, because her grade is better than Jack's even though he's been working hard all semester! How can this be? Jack snorts unintelligibly and goes to take the issue up with Professor Unambiguously Closeted. "Don't tell me. Another unsatisfied customer," Professor Unambiguously Closeted says, before he sees which customer it is, exactly. Jack yelps that Professor Unambiguously Closeted told him he enjoyed Jack's paper. At the frat party where he hit on him! Professor Unambiguously Closeted sputters that he meant that he enjoyed the content of the paper, but that Jack's grasp of structure is quite "rudimentary." Which is BS, by the way, even if it's true. Bad structure won't get you graded down to a C-minus. B-minus, sure. But if the content is really good, I can't imagine that the structure is bad enough to warrant such a drubbing. Anyway. Professor Unambiguously Closeted doesn't meet Jack's eyes as he tells him that he can recommend some good books on structure. He turns to go, but feels compelled to add that "a C-minus isn't that bad." Um, yes it is. It's certainly not good. Professor Unambiguously Closeted also reminds Jack that he -- Jack -- already admitted that he wasn't a very motivated student. Jack looks tremendously hurt and says he thought he was doing better this semester. Professor Unambiguously Closeted wonders snidely if maybe Jack had overly high expectations of himself. Yawn. This isn't interesting at all! If I wanted to see students complain about their grades, I would start skulking around the local high school.