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Hey, what are you doing?

It's too early for all those decibels. No, it gets me pumped for football.

How am I supposed to get through two hours until class starts?

Well, you're going to have to watch your practice.

And rot of boredom?

I'd rather be playing, if I were allowed.

You said you talked to Simpson about transferring me to a regular gym. Can

do that, like, today?

Like, no, I can't, because you're a new student at the school, and I think you

should just...

Fly under the radar for now, okay? In high school, Mom?

No such thing.

Besides, being in recreation class shines its own special spotlight.

Someone could find out, Adam, and if they do, they could really hurt you. I

to ballroom dance today.

If I'm getting hurt anywhere, it's busting a Dancing with the Stars

not in regular old gym. Okay. Adam's got a point, Mom. Yes. Zero rhythm.

See? Yes, I see. Off you go. Bye.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Grandma's coming in from Windsor on Wednesday.

And? And I thought it would be nice if Gracie could join us for dinner.

Godspeed.

I told you, Gracie's gone.

Will you please just consider?

Considering, considering, no.

Sorry, I'm not playing dress -up for anyone.

Have a great day, honey.

WHAT THE -

You're asking me to change his ways?

What? Michael Jackson?

Forget it.

So, what's exciting in the world of recreation today?

Darts? Ballroom dancing.

Oh, boy.

Shouldn't be that bad. I get to dance with two girls. No, oh, boy.

Edited your story.

I don't approve of this Clara Edwin character.

She's an ingenue. She's a floozy.

Change it.

You two give me the run.

I think it's entertaining.

Have fun dancing with cute... Wait, are there cute girls in remedial gym?

Bianca, you gotta admit, she's hot.

Sure, in a scary SUV hit -and -run club district kind of way.

I don't know. There's something there.

Wow, look at you, all machismo.

Mom, I'm so gonna be late.

Hey, sweetheart. I can't drive you.

I'm not feeling well.

Well, you don't look sick.

I think it's just a cold or something.

What about dad?

He's already at work.

Oh, can't you drive me when you're not dying?

Anya, it's a bus day. Deal with it.

Fine.

I hate the smelly bus.

I'm going to be late. You have to call the office.

All right.

Hey. I'm Mr. Menard, and I'll be covering the ballroom unit.

You'll bear with me as I figure out which attendance list to use.

Ballroom dancing.

Better or worse than ping pong?

I don't care.

Okay. Abby.

Oliver.

Bianca.

Giancarlo. Why are you in remedial gym anyway? Jeff.

Sherlock, you passed. Courtney.

You.

Great theme.

Crazy Torres.

Wait, aren't you Torres?

I meant Adam. Adam Torres.

Sorry about that. Wrong list.

Good morning. Check your network folders for your Linux assignment evaluation.

Yo, Wes, what'd you get?

My dad says I shouldn't share my grades. Oh, shut up and tell me what you got.

How could I fuck a media immersion?

Maybe you should ask myself for some private tutoring.

I'd prefer if you called me Miss O. Don't hay or thump me. I'm not your bud.

again.

Excuse me, Miss O.

I just don't agree with the mark that you gave me.

What mark do you think you deserve?

I don't know, like an 85 or something?

If I were you, I'd apply myself to the blog assignment due this week.

Uncover the mysteries of an ancient lost city.

And remember, extra marks for creativity.

So, blow me away.

Mmm, tardy Ms.

McPherson.

I've already assigned the group.

So, why don't you join Sab and Holly J on this one?

Okay? Sure.

Ex -boyfriend, ex -best friend, could this day get any worse?

At least you're not stuck with Heather from that. She smells like salami.

So, should we tell her together?

And make working on this project with your ex -girlfriend a total nightmare?

Hope her face.

Hey, Anya.

So, uh, what are we doing?

Well, I was thinking we could do a miniature of Pompeii, and we can have

Vesuvius erupt and destroy it.

Can't we just do a PowerPoint?

Uh, no.

This project is worth 30 % of our grade, and I need full marks. So, first

meeting today at lunch?

Ooh, I can't. My mom's feeling under the weather, and I have to bring her soup.

It's off to a great start.

Okay, pay attention.

Now that we've gone over the basic concepts, pick your partners.

Bianca. What?

I choose you as my partner.

What are you, grade seven?

I don't see anyone else stepping up.

Fine. Just watch your paws, Casanova.

Ladies and gentlemen, face each other.

Shoulder parallel, torso upright.

Gentlemen, reach the ladies back with your right hand just below the shoulder

blade.

Ladies. Left arm rests gently just over the men's shoulders.

Remaining hands join.

Hands at eye level.

Beautiful. Get to know your partner's body.

A tango. Be sensual.

Five, six, seven, eight. Flow. Flow.

Quick, quick, flow.

Flow. Flow. Quick, quick, flow.

Hey, Mr. P.

Mr. Turner.

Hey, I watched that really old film you were talking about last week, The

Godfather. Oh, yeah?

Hey, uh, I'm making an offer you can't refuse, huh?

Hey, I graded your paper on prohibition.

Very nice job.

Good work.

You're a teacher's pet.

Me? No, no.

P and I, we just get along.

You know?

I make them laugh, we got a lot in common, you know?

It's a bad you and Miss O don't have anything in common.

Soup delivery.

Don't come down naked.

Leia's with me.

Nothing I haven't seen before.

Mom, time to kick that cold.

And her car's not in the garage.

Try it yourself.

What's that?

My mom's wedding ring.

I don't think I've ever seen her without it.

Oh, my God.

I read about this in Fizzleteen magazine.

What are you talking about?

All the signs are there. Thinking sick, disappearing, ditching her wedding ring.

Anya, it's totally obvious.

Your mom's having an affair.

We kicked some serious ass in there. By far the best pair.

And you didn't think I could lead.

I'll admit, you did pretty good.

We should keep it up.

Practice sometime.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Uh... I, uh... Gotta go.

Oh!

Sorry.

Why do you have tampons?

Did Adam drop something?

Claire, pick up your stuff. That's nasty.

Silly me.

Always dropping my feminine hygiene products.

Gross.

Traded in my tennis shoes for steel -toed rubber boots.

I got my own uniform to wear.

They've given me a plastic hat, earplugs, and a fawning net for

my hair.

Come on, let me in. I need to do my hair. Almost done.

I said that like ten minutes ago.

It took you less time to get ready when you were a girl.

I was never a girl, idiot.

I should have opened the door, though, didn't I?

So, you think Claire told anyone?

Maybe Eli.

Guys, your breakfast is getting cold. Okay, we're coming.

Is she still in the bathroom?

Really, Mom?

Pronoun problem?

Dill?

Sorry, Adam.

Let's go!

Where she does that on purpose?

Nah, she just forgets. But I bet she's hoping to switch back to girl mode for

grandma tomorrow.

Your sons will be down in a second.

Watch out now, here they come.

My God, what have I done?

The temporary blues are gonna bring me down.

So where were you yesterday?

What do you mean?

Well, I came home at lunch to bring you soup, and you weren't here.

Oh, that's so nice of you, sweetheart.

I just stepped out for a bit.

So you're all better now?

Mm -hmm.

So one minute you're sick, and the next you're just magically better?

Oh, interrogation. There's the heat lamp.

It's not funny.

Anya? You're cheating on Dad.

What? Don't deny it, Mom. He went missing. I found your rings.

All the signs are there. Lay it right about it and fizzle team.

Okay, um, I took off my wedding ring because I was getting an MRI.

An MRI?

Mm -hmm.

Um, are you okay? Yeah, I've been tired, and your father and I just wanted to

make sure everything was all right.

Well, you should have told me. I didn't want to worry you. Well, I can handle

it.

No more secret, okay? Okay.

Okay.

I can't believe you thought I was cheating.

Jeez Louise.

Well? Well?

Are you sure they were tampons?

What could he need them for?

A nosebleed?

Hey.

Thanks for covering Claire. That wasn't cool of me.

So...

What was I covering exactly?

You don't have to explain.

It's not our business.

It's okay. I want to tell you.

Okay.

So, I'm a guy. Like, 100 % dude.

But I was born in a girl's body.

I'm an FTM.

Female to male transgender.

Questions? Anything. Go ahead.

Does that mean you're gay?

No, I like girls. And since I'm a guy between the ears, that makes me

At least I think so.

Cool.

How long have you known?

Since I was four, five.

I hated wearing dresses and having long hair.

Well, how do you know you're not a tomboy or a lesbian? I just know.

Well, are we the only ones who know? Other than your family, of course.

Simpson knows, and he sent letters informing every teacher.

Except for that stupid ballroom guy who called out my girl's name.

The worst.

Hold the phone.

Does this mean I can't let one rip in front of you?

Eli, I'd be insulted if you did.

You guys are foul. You're just jealous.

Fine. Whatever.

Okay. I'm gonna show his face range.

Let's hope her privacy settings are low. Oh, there.

Look, it says in a relationship.

That cut is in a lifetime.

And sexy time.

Quit. It didn't help me, all right? I need to find something I can use to

to her.

There.

Quit. Don't backstab me.

I don't think we should be on this.

That's it.

I'll do my blog on motorcycles.

I'll try my hand at giving me a good grade.

Dave, be sure to also follow the guidelines.

Guidelines?

No, she'll be too impressed to care.

We'll see.

Is there a compartment in there dedicated to hair moves?

So, uh, when are we practicing our moves?

Are you flirting?

What if I was?

Bro, you're not my type.

Why? Because I avoid spray tanning?

Funny.

I think I could be your type.

Don't look at me with those eyes.

Well, what's going on there?

Nothing. You're too skinny to have man boobs.

Stop!

What the hell? Are you a girl?

I've seen you freaked on Oprah.

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Have you linked any articles? What about a public service entry?

I included a link to a photo page.

Check out these awesome pictures.

Where did you get those?

Base range. They were up there for us to see.

I thought you would find it funny.

You barely met any of the requirements.

I'm going to have to give you an F. Take your ball.

Look at my cute little lava victim.

Aw, it's almost a shame to annihilate him.

It's a good thing you joined us, because Pompeii was not built in a day or by

two people.

Hey, Mom.

Well, can you tell me now?

Yeah, okay. I'll be right there.

Um, do you guys mind if I finish working on this at home?

Not at all.

Is everything all right?

Uh, yeah.

B, uh, be good while I'm gone, you two.

Did you miss the sign on the door?

No, I saw it. Thanks. It means guide.

And, uh, we heard something from B.

Look, I just want to use the bathroom.

By all means, win.

In the urinal.

Standing up.

What are you waiting for? Yeah, come on. Whip it out. We won't look.

Could it help?

No way.

You're actually a chick.

You are in the wrong place, Ben. Stop.

Let go.

No.

What's going on? Look at this email that Andy Janis sent us. Look at him.

Look how cute he is. Big.

Is this what I rushed home for?

Um.

No.

Well, we heard back from the doctor, and, uh, well, your mom has a follow -up

appointment.

Well, that's not bad, is it?

Well, well, they said no news is good news.

Um, and this is new.

Bianca? You hit on Bianca? Are you trying to get yourself killed?

It's not my fault her friends are ignoring Mrs. What did Mom say about

under the radar?

What did they do to you?

It's nothing.

This isn't your battle.

I'll go to the LGBT club.

Why do you think I transferred to Degrassi?

If anyone hurts my sister, I'll... You know what I mean.

I'm going to make sure that they don't touch you again.

What are you going to do?

Andrew.

I don't want you to do this. Stop.

Hey. I heard you were messing with my brother.

Last time we checked, you had a sister. Shut up.

You don't know anything.

It's expensive.

You hiding a secret, too? Come on, let's get going.

Run along, lady.

The freak show's waiting.

Come on.

No, let's just go.

Don't. Stop.

No.

Let's go.

Stop.

Stop.

Are you okay?