Westview High School – Page 105

Imag-rimony

If Cody is the 21st century analogue of Les, it stands to reason that we need to pair him with a blond chick who despises him. Meet Mallory Brooks, Cody’s own Cindy Summers. Her initial Edward Munch-ian horror at being paired with the bespectacled geek quickly gives way to utter disdain.

Help, I'm a Rock

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I seem to recall that part of the rationale for the “second time jump” in October of 2007 was to allow Batiuk to focus on Westview’s younger generation. That focus seems to consist of pointing out what a bunch of clueless, mindless, shiftless underachievers they are.

The class of 2011 can’t be bothered to cover up the previous senior class’ tag on Senior Rock with more battleship-gray paint. Not when they can just put their imprint on the smaller, adjacent rock. Nate’s correct about the current senior class “running pretty much true to form”; recall the class of 2010’s similarly half-assed stab at graffiti immortality.

Mac-ademia

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Call security! There’s a creepy dude with a goatee wandering the halls of the high school! Oh, that’s right, that’s the head of the English department, Mr. Moore. He’s taken so many “impersonal days” that I forgot who he was.

We could never forget Mr. Kablichnick, the student-loathing science teacher. His student Big Mac is at risk of pulling a bad grade in science, which would get him kicked off the basketball team. This comes as no surprise, since what little we’ve seen of Big Mac suggests that he’s a complete oaf, on the order of Lennie from Of Mice and Men. But Big Mac is apparently a basketball savant, Westview’s “star center”…in other words, the Summer Moore of the boys’ team. With the girls’ team having gone down in flames, Bull is not about to see the boys’ team follow suit. But rather than admonishing his “star center” to get his academic shit together of suffer the consequences, Bull, the bully, leans on Big Mac’s teacher to issue a passing grade.

A Complete Loss

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Without Summer to carry them, the She-Goats make a hasty exit from “the tournaments”, while their pussywhipped coach ponders his team’s complete lack of depth and heart.

The Girls of Sum' Mo'

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The She-Goats return to the hardwood to resume the un-forfeited game. How exactly does “TEAM ON ONE” work? “One—TEAM!” Isn’t it usually “on three“? Admittedly, I never played team sports, so I could be ignorant… or this could be just another thing that Batiuk Gets Wrong. But even TB must face the fact that someone with a torn ACL can’t suit up for a game the day after. Yet even on crutches, Sum’ Mo’ finds herself at the center of all the attention.