At school, the bell rings in an empty hall. In the bathroom, Rickie watches as Rayanne applies lipstick to Angela's mouth. Rayanne announces, "So, Rickie, Angela's in love with Jordan Catalano. We have to help her." In the background, Rickie applies eyeliner and says nothing. Angela scolds her, "Rayanne!" and Rayanne reminds her, "Oh, come on! I can tell Rickie! You've gotta come to Tino's tonight. He'll be there." Angela points out, "He doesn't even know me. Am I making a fool of myself?" In a "who cares?" tone, Rayanne says, "I don't know. Rickie, give us the male perspective." Rickie says, "Don't you love how he leans?" ["Every time I see this scene, I find myself wishing I'd had a Rickie in tenth grade." -- Sars] Rayanne tells Angela that since she doesn't get obsessed with guys, she doesn't have Angela's problems. The bell rings again, and Angela gets flustered and makes for the door, where she pauses and sees Rickie and Rayanne, not changing their positions in the slightest. Sheepishly, she says, "I mean, I might as well go to Bio, since I'm not all that busy."
Outside the bathroom, Angela runs through the hall, anxiously trying to get to class on time. The camera pans past a cheerleader, leaning against a bank of lockers, crying.
On the other side of the cheerleader's locker bank (apparently), Angela's Bio teacher is trying to make the class care about "the purpose of plasma." Hey, I know this one -- its purpose is to serve as a weak plot device so that Henry can donate too much of it and pass out on his first real date with Jen. No one reacts. One student naps. A single hand shoots up, and the teacher wearily calls on Brian, who apparently replies, "Because the League of Nations failed." Oh, I see what they've done. A different teacher -- balding, male, and a total Hey! It's That Guy! this time -- asks, without one iota of interest, "And why did the League of Nations fail?" Once again, only Brian raises his hand, and this time he answers, "Because it's written in the first person." Nada -- whose bra strap has slid well down her arm and out of the confines of her unfortunate dark teal shell, says, "Exactly, Brian. Thank you," as she adjusts it. She asks, "Does she say, 'She was forced to go into hiding'?" Brian puts up his hand, and Nada snaps, "Somebody else besides Brian." But there is nobody else besides Brian, and she grumpily says, "Brian." "No," Nada and Brian say, in unison. Nada lectures about first-person narratives. The overhead light buzzes. Angela stares at it. Nada asks, "So, how would you describe Anne Frank?" Quietly, and almost as if she's not sure she said it out loud, Angela breathes, "Lucky." Nada snaps, "Is that supposed to be funny, Angela?" Angela looks away. Nada demands, "How on earth could you make a statement like that?" Angela says nothing. The deadlock is temporarily suspended upon the arrival of Jordan Catalano, apparently quite late, to class. Angela stares at the back of his head as Nada goes on: "Anne Frank perished in a concentration camp. Anne Frank is a tragic figure. How could Anne Frank be lucky?" Angela mumbles, "I don't know. Because she was stuck in an attic for three years with this guy she really liked?" Nada looks astounded. Angela looks behind her at Sharon, who looks pained. Get a life, Sharon.