School meeting. A pant-suited lady explains the redistricting proposal. They would divide the community using Collier Avenue -- a straight north-south road through the middle of Dillon. Once divided, the two schools would have capped class sizes and more per-student funding and all that jazz. Question and answer time; lots of Waiting for Guffman style "hububhububhubbub" noise-making from the crowd. People are concerned. Most concerned, though, is Coach and one of his assistant coaches, standing in the back: "What's this mean for the team?" Indeed. A very fancy lady in a silky shiny shirt stands up -- she's PTA President -- and asks Tami what her opinion, as principal, is. Tami stands up and stutters a bit about how it's a complicated issue. She gets her voice a bit as she expresses her real opinion -- that it does look like in order to get any state money, they need to consider the redistricting plan. Cut to Coach and Tami walking to their car afterward. Coach asking his wife whether she realizes that half his team lives east of Collier Avenue. Tami simply responds: "Mmmm hmmm." Coach mutters about how redistricting would mean those players would be playing for the East Dillon "giraffes or whatever they'll call themselves." Tami: "I know." Coach opens the door for his wife, who just exhales, nods, and looks at him and says again, "I know."
Lyla lets herself into the condo; Buddy isn't there. She gathers some more clothes, and then goes through the mail. There's a letter from Vanderbilt. You can't read the expression on her face quite straight; Buddy walks in and keeps his excitement at seeing her in check. He asks if they can talk, and Lyla looks at him sternly and says they can start with him congratulating her for getting into Vanderbilt. He does, but she follows it up with a whining, "Too bad I can't go" and then storms back out of the door. C'mon, Beer Wolf, seriously. They're called student loans. Get some and then get a work study position. Quit being quite so dramatic. God.
Commercials. Madison finds J.D. in the library. She flirtily tells him that his father called her parents last night. J.D. is immediately, earnestly concerned. But Madison just continues on, powered by the emptiness of her soul, lightly telling him that basically Joe McCoy told her parents that she was a slut. She's not worried though, she's not, like, in trouble or anything. She wonders if J.D. thinks she's a bad influence, too; he just tells her that she's amazing. She smiles through the whole thing, and then throws her arms around his neck and kisses him. She's not mad, she's amazing, right? Oh, Madison.