Parker Lewis Can't Lose (1990–1993): Season 1, Episode 13 - Teacher, Teacher - full transcript
Ms. Donnely is the definition of coolness as she not only makes class interesting, but she lets her student have fun. When pranks backfire Ms. Donnely is usually there to cover for Parker. As Parker gets a bit carried away Ms. Don...
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Sorry Parker, camera problem.
Parker Lewis Can't Lose
will continue in a moment.
When the poet, Andrew Marvell,
wrote To His Coy Mistress,
he was doing, in a way,
what any healthy
young man would do,
scamming on babes.-
I never
thought I'd actually
like a poetry class.
In fact, I never thought
I'd actually like poetry.
But I bet, even quantum
physics would be fun
if you had
the coolest teacher
in Santo Domingo,
Miriam Donnelly.
The Carpe Diem school
of poetry, to which
Marvell belonged,
- should serve as...
The fact that
Ms. Donnelly is the greatest,
- presents me with a constant dilemma.
- To prank or not to prank.
But I'm a high school junior,
I can't help myself.
Who can tell me
what Carpe Diem means?
Uh, fish of the day?
- Mission accomplished.
- I haven't felt this good
since I blew the whistle
on Milli Vanilli.
Coolness. We snagged
Ms. Donnelly supreme.
- That's the good news.
- The bad news is we have to think of another prank
that will outdo this one.
Let's see,
30 students in a
conga line on the quad
during class time.
Who or what could possibly
be responsible for this?
- Any ideas, Frank?
- Two ideas, Ms. Musso.
- I want to thank you, Parker.
- I beg your pardon.
- Fire drill.
- I asked Parker to be my special safety monitor
and escort the children
to the quad.
- Excellent work, Parker.
- Not a problem.
Ms. Donnelly
is not of this earth.
- The safety of the children is paramount.
- Wouldn't you agree, Grace?
Always, Miriam.
Oh, Parker!
The key to a totally
cool prank is not
getting caught.
Do me a favor, give it a rest.
The woods are lovely,
dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Who can tell me Frost's message?
Find a rest stop
and have a burger?
Oh, I think Larry has a bit
of a wisdom in what he says.
How much better
would our lives be
if we had a rest stop
every now and then?
- Kubiac sparks to Ms.
- Donnelly because she is the only teacher
who's made him feel good
about going to class.
Jerry sparks to Ms. Donnelly
because she's someone
he can look forward
to having next year.
The poem on page 125
just might help you
persuade Donna Sue,
that you are the
right guy for her.
And for me,
it's someone
from whom I can learn
some very valuable secrets.
Kubiac alert.
In this corner,
wearing a tan shirt,
weighing 312 pounds,
Larry Kubiac.
Imminent danger, sirs.
In the other corner,
wearing a plaid shirt
and weighing 335 pounds,
Luke MacDonald.-
- Explanation?
- Luke MacDonald
and Mr. Kubiac
had a little altercation
on the football field.
- Prognosis?
- -I believe a fight is a distinct possibility, sirs.
You know,
they charge people for this
at Disneyland.
"Not marble, nor the
gilded monuments of princes,
"shall outlive
this powerful rhyme.
"But you shall
shine more bright
in these contents
"than unswept stone,
"besmear'd with
sluttish time."
Anybody?
Mikey.
Uh, who is
- William Shakespeare?
- - That's right, dead poets for 80.
Uh, I think you've been
watching too much Jeopardy.
- Ms. Donnelly?
- Yes.
- There's been an emergency.
- We've come to take our son Mikey home.
Well, there is
a slight resemblance.
I only had since
yesterday to set this up,
when Mikey said...
Hey Park, Mary Lou's
leaving to start her junior
year abroad tomorrow night.
And I want to spend
some time with her
during the day.
- But I'm stuck in classes.
- And if I try and ditch, Musso will bust me.
So I told Mikey, not a problem.
You're excused, Mikey.
- Ingenious plan.
- Perfectly executed.
Excuse me, Ms. Donnelly?
We're Mikey Randall's parents.
We got locked out of the house.
We need to borrow Mikey's keys.
- Uh oh!
- Let me help you.
Uh, class would you finish
reading your Shakespeare?
Crime and Punishment for a 1000?
Frank? This is exciting.
We need something
particularly awful
for Lewis.
- I have an idea.
- Remember in Robocop?
That guy falls into
the radioactive stuff.
We need not go any further
than this, Ms. Musso.
Retroactive summer school.
All right!
- Retroactive summer school?
- Correct.
Summer school for courses
you've already taken
and passed.
But Ms. Musso,
you can't do that.
- I can do anything I want.
- I'm principal.
But Ms. Musso,
that's illegal.
- It's immoral.
- And, what's more, it's unprecedented.
I know, it's got everything!
Go away!
- Excuse me, Grace?
- Miriam.
I want you to know,
this is not Parker's fault.
- What are you talking about?
- -Those parents who first came to the door,
they were Mary Lou's parents.
She had to leave early
for her junior year abroad,
and she was so upset
she couldn't get out
of the car.
Please Ms. Donnelly,
do not ruin our fun.
Frank, cease and desist.
Hmm.
Oh! Should I shut the door?
Please.
That's twice she
saved me in two days.
Mercy, thy name is Donnelly.
Sorry Lar, didn't see lunch.
Kubiac peeved.
There's not enough
room in this school
for the two of us.
There's not enough
room on the planet
for the two of you.
- We fight?
- You're on.
Okay, Friday, 12 o'clock,
at lunch.
- What about after lunch?
-Huh, what was I thinking?
Okay.
The fight was on
and excitement
was running high.
Lunch.
Uh, it's after lunch.
Thanks a lot!
You know, when you
have the coolest teacher
in the world,
a simple thing
like being a little late
doesn't worry you.
Take your seat, Parker.
I want to talk to all of you.
I've been teaching here
at Santo Domingo for
nine and a half years now.
- Almost a...
- Century?
Well, lately, it has felt
like 100 years.
And truthfully, I am
getting a little tired.
- Uh oh!
- Used to be
the student-teacher
relationship was one
of mutual respect.
But it seems,
times are changing.
And maybe, I'm not ready
to change with them.
I cannot compete
with my students.
Huh?
This morning, when that
bell rings, that's it.
I'm resigning.-
Goodbye, to you all,
and, um, good luck.
Ms. Donnelly! Ms. Donnelly!
- Today's highlights.
- Helped a friend, lost a teacher,
- gained some enemies.
- I've had harder days in my life.
Though I can't think
of any right now.
Blake, Wordsworth, Shelley,
Lovelace, Keats, Donne,
Tennyson, Herrick et al
had what in common?
Mr. Kubiac.
- Koob, the first casualty of Ms.
- Donnelly's departure.
Or is he just preparing
for the Battle of the Cattle?
He was excused today, sir.
Not by me. Extra homework
for everyone.
Now, what did the poetry
of these men, have in common?
Randall?
Scamming on babes.
Poetry is discipline.
It's time this class learned
the importance of discipline
as a way of understanding
elegant writing.
Toward that end, read pages
10 through 110 tonight,
and be prepared
to be tested on it tomorrow.
Really cool, Lewis
Way to go, Parker.
Nice jacket, sir.
Thanks.
Greetings.
I'm investigating rumors
of an upcoming brawl between
Lawrence Kubiac and
Luke MacDonald.
Oh, why don't you just ask them?
Because MacDonald
is incommunicado and Kubiac
is nowhere to be found.
Although, I spotted
some overturned cars
in the student parking lot.
- Can't help you.
- But it may interest you to know that some liberals
were distributing
free speech leaflets
on the quad.
I'm concerned about
Mr. Kubiac, too.
I put a dish of Ho Hos
out by the gym...
Sirs, they're still there.
- Where is he?
- I can't tell you.
Mr. Kubiac swore me
to secrecy.
Tell us, or I tell the
world you still suck
your thumb.
- Only when I'm tired.
- Tell us!
Okay.
Mr. Kubiac is in
Bathroom 12.
The dreaded Bathroom 12.
Rumor has it, nobody's
entered it in the seven years
Kubiac's been a junior.
Well, here goes.
Definitely a little slice
of heaven on earth.
Parker? New jacket?
- Oh, kind of.
- Nice place you got here.
- Yeah, it's not much.
- But I call it home. Drink?
No. No, thank you.-
Pizza?
Oh, call me fussy,
but there's something about
eating a pizza in a bathroom.
Yeah, you said it.
Mmm.
Hour and a half till fight time.
- You're going to do it?
- Have to.
Everyone's expecting me
to demolish MacDonald.
I even got a fan letter
from a sumo wrestler
in Tokyo.
Koob, you don't have to fight.
- Yes, I do.
- And it's your fault.
Mine?
You did this. You made
Ms. Donnelly quit.
She's the only one
who could talk to me.
- Koob...
- -I always, got to be the tough guy.
Always, got to take
the challenge.
Well, I'll tell you, I'm upset.
- And you know what I do when I get upset?
- -Gee, let me guess,
- could it be eat?
- Yeah, eat.
Koob, when you're
ecstatically happy you eat.
You're right. It's not easy
being both at the top
and the bottom
of the food chain.
So now, we both
have to do the things
that make us who we are.
I have to fight, and you...
You have to get Miriam back.
- I can't do that.
- She's gone for good.
Then do me a favor, Parker.
Try again.
Not a problem.
Oh, Parker, one more thing.
I got an image to protect.
Nice look for you, Park.
- Hi, Ms. Donnelly.
- Ah, hello, Parker.
- It's 11 o'clock. You're
cuttin' bio or civics?
- Civics.
Uh, you... You want
to come in?
Ms. Donnelly, I came here...
Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.
Well, I came here to apologize.
- See, it's...
- It's really important for me that you understand
that I didn't mean anything
by all those goofs
I played on you.
And?
And I went a goof too far.
I was wrong.
I took advantage of you.
The one decent,
cool teacher I have...
I'm really, really sorry.
- She's obviously not buying this.
- Time to call in reinforcements.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
I just thought
you'd want to know that
Kubiac's in a little trouble
and he needs you too.
- Can't do it, Parker.
- Don't you see?
There are always going
to be kids who get
into trouble.
Who do drugs, who break laws,
who get pregnant, who come
to me for help.
Did you guys expect
that I'd be there forever?
Kind of.
It's time all of you understood,
nothing is forever.
Bye-bye.
Oh, and Parker, nice jacket.
I wouldn't have
believed it, if it didn't
just happen to me.
But Ms. Donnelly shut the door
on a student, asking for help.
Wow!
- Good news, sir.
- -It's 12 o'clock, no Big Mac attack.
I believe Mr. Kubiac
and Mr. MacDonald have
ironed out their differences.
Head for the hill!
We're sorry, your call cannot
be completed as dialled.
Please check the number
and dial again.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Hey! Hey, hey!
Just what do you think
you guys are doing?
Uh, fighting.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
"Fight not O warring Brothers.
"Turn away to live for the day.
"When brave soldiers return
to their Mothers
"alive, unharmed
"to watch the children play."
"Remember the love,
"embrace the joy as your
golden hair turns to gray.
"Build bridges of friendship
rather than destroy them.
"And always,
"always watch
the children play."
Who wrote that?
- Anonymous.
- My favorite.
Oh, I'm sorry, oh.
It's all right.
- Thanks, Ms. Donnelly.
- Not a problem.
- Ms. Donnelly, uh...
- I have somewhere
to be, Parker.
Well, I mean, I thought today
was going to be
a truly great day,
but apparently not.
You know how I feel.
Being around you guys
all the time can be a drag.
You're always, uh, needy
and you're always taking.
Well that's selfish
and I've had it.
Okay, Ms. Donnelly.
I'll admit it, I was selfish.
I took advantage of you.
And I think I've learned
that now.
I'm sorry,
but what do you call it
when an adult has
a rare and special gift.
And they won't share it
with us because sometimes
we get a little carried away,
and act like what we are, kids.
Isn't that selfish?
Parker, teaching often can
be miserable.
But students like you
make it worth it.
I don't care what you say.
What?
When it comes to teachers
having their own lives,
- this is my life.
- And that's why, I'll never leave.
- So, does that mean...
- -Come on, we're late for class.
You had this planned
the whole time, didn't you?
But, why did you go
to all the trouble?
I'm a teacher.
I like my lessons to sink in.
They say,
into each life, a little
light will shine.
And for the average
young man or woman,
the last place they'd
look for that light
is in high school.
But sometimes you
get caught off guard.
That's what happened
between Ms. Donnelly and me.
She lit up my life
in a way I know
I'll never forget.
Right in the middle
of second period
poetry class.
Wait, how's my hair?
Does this jacket seem
to work? Good.
Okay, ready.
Wait a second,
don't you think this light
could be a bit more...
Grace, shut up!
Excuse me!
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?
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this is your yearbook memory.
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- Okay, Larry, big smile.
- I am smiling.
Sorry Parker, camera problem.
Parker Lewis Can't Lose
will continue in a moment.
When the poet, Andrew Marvell,
wrote To His Coy Mistress,
he was doing, in a way,
what any healthy
young man would do,
scamming on babes.-
I never
thought I'd actually
like a poetry class.
In fact, I never thought
I'd actually like poetry.
But I bet, even quantum
physics would be fun
if you had
the coolest teacher
in Santo Domingo,
Miriam Donnelly.
The Carpe Diem school
of poetry, to which
Marvell belonged,
- should serve as...
The fact that
Ms. Donnelly is the greatest,
- presents me with a constant dilemma.
- To prank or not to prank.
But I'm a high school junior,
I can't help myself.
Who can tell me
what Carpe Diem means?
Uh, fish of the day?
- Mission accomplished.
- I haven't felt this good
since I blew the whistle
on Milli Vanilli.
Coolness. We snagged
Ms. Donnelly supreme.
- That's the good news.
- The bad news is we have to think of another prank
that will outdo this one.
Let's see,
30 students in a
conga line on the quad
during class time.
Who or what could possibly
be responsible for this?
- Any ideas, Frank?
- Two ideas, Ms. Musso.
- I want to thank you, Parker.
- I beg your pardon.
- Fire drill.
- I asked Parker to be my special safety monitor
and escort the children
to the quad.
- Excellent work, Parker.
- Not a problem.
Ms. Donnelly
is not of this earth.
- The safety of the children is paramount.
- Wouldn't you agree, Grace?
Always, Miriam.
Oh, Parker!
The key to a totally
cool prank is not
getting caught.
Do me a favor, give it a rest.
The woods are lovely,
dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Who can tell me Frost's message?
Find a rest stop
and have a burger?
Oh, I think Larry has a bit
of a wisdom in what he says.
How much better
would our lives be
if we had a rest stop
every now and then?
- Kubiac sparks to Ms.
- Donnelly because she is the only teacher
who's made him feel good
about going to class.
Jerry sparks to Ms. Donnelly
because she's someone
he can look forward
to having next year.
The poem on page 125
just might help you
persuade Donna Sue,
that you are the
right guy for her.
And for me,
it's someone
from whom I can learn
some very valuable secrets.
Kubiac alert.
In this corner,
wearing a tan shirt,
weighing 312 pounds,
Larry Kubiac.
Imminent danger, sirs.
In the other corner,
wearing a plaid shirt
and weighing 335 pounds,
Luke MacDonald.-
- Explanation?
- Luke MacDonald
and Mr. Kubiac
had a little altercation
on the football field.
- Prognosis?
- -I believe a fight is a distinct possibility, sirs.
You know,
they charge people for this
at Disneyland.
"Not marble, nor the
gilded monuments of princes,
"shall outlive
this powerful rhyme.
"But you shall
shine more bright
in these contents
"than unswept stone,
"besmear'd with
sluttish time."
Anybody?
Mikey.
Uh, who is
- William Shakespeare?
- - That's right, dead poets for 80.
Uh, I think you've been
watching too much Jeopardy.
- Ms. Donnelly?
- Yes.
- There's been an emergency.
- We've come to take our son Mikey home.
Well, there is
a slight resemblance.
I only had since
yesterday to set this up,
when Mikey said...
Hey Park, Mary Lou's
leaving to start her junior
year abroad tomorrow night.
And I want to spend
some time with her
during the day.
- But I'm stuck in classes.
- And if I try and ditch, Musso will bust me.
So I told Mikey, not a problem.
You're excused, Mikey.
- Ingenious plan.
- Perfectly executed.
Excuse me, Ms. Donnelly?
We're Mikey Randall's parents.
We got locked out of the house.
We need to borrow Mikey's keys.
- Uh oh!
- Let me help you.
Uh, class would you finish
reading your Shakespeare?
Crime and Punishment for a 1000?
Frank? This is exciting.
We need something
particularly awful
for Lewis.
- I have an idea.
- Remember in Robocop?
That guy falls into
the radioactive stuff.
We need not go any further
than this, Ms. Musso.
Retroactive summer school.
All right!
- Retroactive summer school?
- Correct.
Summer school for courses
you've already taken
and passed.
But Ms. Musso,
you can't do that.
- I can do anything I want.
- I'm principal.
But Ms. Musso,
that's illegal.
- It's immoral.
- And, what's more, it's unprecedented.
I know, it's got everything!
Go away!
- Excuse me, Grace?
- Miriam.
I want you to know,
this is not Parker's fault.
- What are you talking about?
- -Those parents who first came to the door,
they were Mary Lou's parents.
She had to leave early
for her junior year abroad,
and she was so upset
she couldn't get out
of the car.
Please Ms. Donnelly,
do not ruin our fun.
Frank, cease and desist.
Hmm.
Oh! Should I shut the door?
Please.
That's twice she
saved me in two days.
Mercy, thy name is Donnelly.
Sorry Lar, didn't see lunch.
Kubiac peeved.
There's not enough
room in this school
for the two of us.
There's not enough
room on the planet
for the two of you.
- We fight?
- You're on.
Okay, Friday, 12 o'clock,
at lunch.
- What about after lunch?
-Huh, what was I thinking?
Okay.
The fight was on
and excitement
was running high.
Lunch.
Uh, it's after lunch.
Thanks a lot!
You know, when you
have the coolest teacher
in the world,
a simple thing
like being a little late
doesn't worry you.
Take your seat, Parker.
I want to talk to all of you.
I've been teaching here
at Santo Domingo for
nine and a half years now.
- Almost a...
- Century?
Well, lately, it has felt
like 100 years.
And truthfully, I am
getting a little tired.
- Uh oh!
- Used to be
the student-teacher
relationship was one
of mutual respect.
But it seems,
times are changing.
And maybe, I'm not ready
to change with them.
I cannot compete
with my students.
Huh?
This morning, when that
bell rings, that's it.
I'm resigning.-
Goodbye, to you all,
and, um, good luck.
Ms. Donnelly! Ms. Donnelly!
- Today's highlights.
- Helped a friend, lost a teacher,
- gained some enemies.
- I've had harder days in my life.
Though I can't think
of any right now.
Blake, Wordsworth, Shelley,
Lovelace, Keats, Donne,
Tennyson, Herrick et al
had what in common?
Mr. Kubiac.
- Koob, the first casualty of Ms.
- Donnelly's departure.
Or is he just preparing
for the Battle of the Cattle?
He was excused today, sir.
Not by me. Extra homework
for everyone.
Now, what did the poetry
of these men, have in common?
Randall?
Scamming on babes.
Poetry is discipline.
It's time this class learned
the importance of discipline
as a way of understanding
elegant writing.
Toward that end, read pages
10 through 110 tonight,
and be prepared
to be tested on it tomorrow.
Really cool, Lewis
Way to go, Parker.
Nice jacket, sir.
Thanks.
Greetings.
I'm investigating rumors
of an upcoming brawl between
Lawrence Kubiac and
Luke MacDonald.
Oh, why don't you just ask them?
Because MacDonald
is incommunicado and Kubiac
is nowhere to be found.
Although, I spotted
some overturned cars
in the student parking lot.
- Can't help you.
- But it may interest you to know that some liberals
were distributing
free speech leaflets
on the quad.
I'm concerned about
Mr. Kubiac, too.
I put a dish of Ho Hos
out by the gym...
Sirs, they're still there.
- Where is he?
- I can't tell you.
Mr. Kubiac swore me
to secrecy.
Tell us, or I tell the
world you still suck
your thumb.
- Only when I'm tired.
- Tell us!
Okay.
Mr. Kubiac is in
Bathroom 12.
The dreaded Bathroom 12.
Rumor has it, nobody's
entered it in the seven years
Kubiac's been a junior.
Well, here goes.
Definitely a little slice
of heaven on earth.
Parker? New jacket?
- Oh, kind of.
- Nice place you got here.
- Yeah, it's not much.
- But I call it home. Drink?
No. No, thank you.-
Pizza?
Oh, call me fussy,
but there's something about
eating a pizza in a bathroom.
Yeah, you said it.
Mmm.
Hour and a half till fight time.
- You're going to do it?
- Have to.
Everyone's expecting me
to demolish MacDonald.
I even got a fan letter
from a sumo wrestler
in Tokyo.
Koob, you don't have to fight.
- Yes, I do.
- And it's your fault.
Mine?
You did this. You made
Ms. Donnelly quit.
She's the only one
who could talk to me.
- Koob...
- -I always, got to be the tough guy.
Always, got to take
the challenge.
Well, I'll tell you, I'm upset.
- And you know what I do when I get upset?
- -Gee, let me guess,
- could it be eat?
- Yeah, eat.
Koob, when you're
ecstatically happy you eat.
You're right. It's not easy
being both at the top
and the bottom
of the food chain.
So now, we both
have to do the things
that make us who we are.
I have to fight, and you...
You have to get Miriam back.
- I can't do that.
- She's gone for good.
Then do me a favor, Parker.
Try again.
Not a problem.
Oh, Parker, one more thing.
I got an image to protect.
Nice look for you, Park.
- Hi, Ms. Donnelly.
- Ah, hello, Parker.
- It's 11 o'clock. You're
cuttin' bio or civics?
- Civics.
Uh, you... You want
to come in?
Ms. Donnelly, I came here...
Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.
Well, I came here to apologize.
- See, it's...
- It's really important for me that you understand
that I didn't mean anything
by all those goofs
I played on you.
And?
And I went a goof too far.
I was wrong.
I took advantage of you.
The one decent,
cool teacher I have...
I'm really, really sorry.
- She's obviously not buying this.
- Time to call in reinforcements.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
I just thought
you'd want to know that
Kubiac's in a little trouble
and he needs you too.
- Can't do it, Parker.
- Don't you see?
There are always going
to be kids who get
into trouble.
Who do drugs, who break laws,
who get pregnant, who come
to me for help.
Did you guys expect
that I'd be there forever?
Kind of.
It's time all of you understood,
nothing is forever.
Bye-bye.
Oh, and Parker, nice jacket.
I wouldn't have
believed it, if it didn't
just happen to me.
But Ms. Donnelly shut the door
on a student, asking for help.
Wow!
- Good news, sir.
- -It's 12 o'clock, no Big Mac attack.
I believe Mr. Kubiac
and Mr. MacDonald have
ironed out their differences.
Head for the hill!
We're sorry, your call cannot
be completed as dialled.
Please check the number
and dial again.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Hey! Hey, hey!
Just what do you think
you guys are doing?
Uh, fighting.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
"Fight not O warring Brothers.
"Turn away to live for the day.
"When brave soldiers return
to their Mothers
"alive, unharmed
"to watch the children play."
"Remember the love,
"embrace the joy as your
golden hair turns to gray.
"Build bridges of friendship
rather than destroy them.
"And always,
"always watch
the children play."
Who wrote that?
- Anonymous.
- My favorite.
Oh, I'm sorry, oh.
It's all right.
- Thanks, Ms. Donnelly.
- Not a problem.
- Ms. Donnelly, uh...
- I have somewhere
to be, Parker.
Well, I mean, I thought today
was going to be
a truly great day,
but apparently not.
You know how I feel.
Being around you guys
all the time can be a drag.
You're always, uh, needy
and you're always taking.
Well that's selfish
and I've had it.
Okay, Ms. Donnelly.
I'll admit it, I was selfish.
I took advantage of you.
And I think I've learned
that now.
I'm sorry,
but what do you call it
when an adult has
a rare and special gift.
And they won't share it
with us because sometimes
we get a little carried away,
and act like what we are, kids.
Isn't that selfish?
Parker, teaching often can
be miserable.
But students like you
make it worth it.
I don't care what you say.
What?
When it comes to teachers
having their own lives,
- this is my life.
- And that's why, I'll never leave.
- So, does that mean...
- -Come on, we're late for class.
You had this planned
the whole time, didn't you?
But, why did you go
to all the trouble?
I'm a teacher.
I like my lessons to sink in.
They say,
into each life, a little
light will shine.
And for the average
young man or woman,
the last place they'd
look for that light
is in high school.
But sometimes you
get caught off guard.
That's what happened
between Ms. Donnelly and me.
She lit up my life
in a way I know
I'll never forget.
Right in the middle
of second period
poetry class.
Wait, how's my hair?
Does this jacket seem
to work? Good.
Okay, ready.
Wait a second,
don't you think this light
could be a bit more...
Grace, shut up!
Excuse me!
Mr. Lewis? Mr. Randall?
Mr. Phillips? Hello?