Michel and Lorelai go through some unimportant hotel chatter (like how Michel will have to show some inspector around because she's busy tomorrow. Is tomorrow Sunday? Why's an inspector coming on a Sunday?) to get us to remember that Lorelai and Sookie are planning on starting their own inn, and are taking a weekend class in hotel management at the Learning Center. "How to run an inn!" Lorelai cheers. "Yes, it's amazing you've been able to fake it so long," Michel says. Lorelai reminds us all that this class is for people who want to open small hotels and B&Bs. This delights Michel tremendously, since Lorelai and Sookie are basically taking a rip-off Sally Struthers-like class "at a Radisson." Hee. Sookie runs up and adds that Jackson's taken many Learning Center courses and loves them. He took a course in beekeeping once, but it turned out that he was allergic. A bee stung him and his lip swelled up and his head swelled up to three times its normal size. Michel asks for photographs. Sookie says that Jackson took a class in how to buy foreclosed real estate (foreshadowing!) and how to write a diary. "He's a searcher," Sookie says. Michel predicts that tomorrow will be a complete waste of time and money. He says he can't wait to laugh at them when they return. As he walks away, Lorelai thanks him for his support. Lorelai asks Sookie for the pictures of Jackson's giant head. Sookie promises to bring them tomorrow.

Hee. The establishing shot of Chilton with all this Photoshopped snow makes it look like Hogwarts On Ice. Rory walks into the empty Student Council Classroom (since that seems to be its only purpose) and says hello to Paris. Paris is looking through the write-in votes for commencement speaker. She asks if the ones for Princess Diana's butler are jokes or real. Rory guesses that they're jokes, but that the ones for Dr. Phil are probably real. Paris says she knew the suggestion box was a bad idea: "Watch Choate get Joan Didion while we're being read Eloise at the Plaza." Rory asks what they're going to do about the prom coup Francie staged last week. "Why does one pinhead always have to vote for Jerry Garcia?" Paris wonders. Ha. Paris calmly explains that she already took care of everything with regard to the prom, called the Wadsworth Mansion in question, and got them to knock down the asking price by half (since "most of those biddies couldn't negotiate an icy sidewalk"). This ensures both that "Ginger Spice can have her Barbie Dream Prom" and that a telescope will be the senior class gift. Rory complains about Francie. Paris says that any loser can call a meeting, but it's "that loser Mr. Hunter" who's the real problem. I totally agree with Paris, here. ["Me too, and so does my sister, for what it's worth." -- Wing Chun] What a shitty advisor to let that coup happen. "He's been jealous of me since I got into office," Paris explains. Apparently, every time Paris announces that she has a new subject to introduce, he flinches. She thinks it's creepy that he's scared of her. Francie walks in and bitches a hello. "That girl bugs me," Rory moans. Paris tells Rory to relax: "She's harmless." Mr. Hunter walks in at this point and says hello to the girls. "Bed-wetter," Paris quietly snaps back.