Smallville High School. The banner committee has officially disbanded. No pithy colors on the front of the school. Inside, Lois Lane -- looking a full ten years older than any other student around her -- is bitching to someone on her cell phone about this "podunk high." She's trying to contact the dean at Metropolis U. Lois is doing that thing that Murphy Brown used to do where she's yelling angrily at someone while smiling. It's not a winning combination. Clark, at his locker, stops Lois. He snarks that if she studied as much as she tried to get out of school, she'd be in college by now. Lois asks if he got that from the Farmer's Almanac. Clark smiles along, and then gets serious. What do you think of Clark's new letterman jacket, Lois? She says they're not really Clark's colors. Who really looks good in yellow and red? "They're the school's colors," Clark says defensively. She asks why he'd conform when he already owns the lame "farmboy/plaid thing." Hee. Clark deadpans that they should restrict their conversations to "hello and goodbye."

As Clark and Lois are walking, two stripper/cheerleaders are gossiping with two football players behind them, holding their purses and bookbags daintily. On the other side of the hall, two other players are holding clothes and books for two other cheerleaders. Lois gives them all dirty looks. Another cheerleader adjusts her lipstick as a jock holds up a makeup mirror for her. Lois asks if this is some sort of freakish feminist parallel universe. After last week, I'd say it's quite the opposite.