Apparently no matter how bad your "diagnosis" is, logging on to a chatroom at ivillage.com will make the whole thing seem small and silly.
Back at School Without Classes the bell rings, signaling the end of the not-really-lit class. Julia gives the homework assignment. They have to read some of Kate Chopin. "And that means reading it, Spicoli, not just highlighting it so it looks like you did." (Okay, she said "Scolari," but what difference does it make?). Meghan gives a "Stupid people are funny" laugh as she tucks her hair behind her ear to convey, "He's coming right over! Dan walks up to Meghan wearing a very similar sweater to the one he's been wearing all week. He asks if there's a question on earth that she doesn't know the answer to. She asks if he's jealous. He calls her a show-off. He stops her. "Wait a minute," he says, with a serious look. "Hair check." He tucks her hair behind her ear. HAIR CHECK? I run out of my house down the street begging people to tell me it's all a dream. It's all just a bad dream. It didn't just happen. I get back to my house, stick all of my insides that I puked up back inside my body, take two valium and get back to the show. Meghan is ga-ga over Dan and thinks he's the most gorgeous person on the planet. Their little cute-as-a-Hummel moment is broken by Julia who asks the two of them to the cool-teacher party that she's having that evening. "Nothing major, just burgers and Tom Jones. You guys in?" "Could be cool." "I'm there." Meghan skips down the hall happy as a popular-little-non-pregnant-no-best-friend-in-dead-dad-turmoil teen. She knows that the party is the best place for the two of them to talk, hook up, "or something," she says to us. Slut.