These Beverly Hills, 90210 Visual Aids Are Out Of Order, Mr. Walsh!
And Superintendent Ephardt is not having it! Until he's outvoted.
The Again With This podcast that accompanies these Visual Aids thought you were a leader.
It took a day this bad for Donna to bust out a top this cute. Hey, whatever it takes.
Dr. Martin, we presume? Spoiler: this isn't the last time you'll see the cuckold face.
The truth spoken by the juniors stings...we must conclude, based on this silent-movie reaction on Ohhhhhndrea's part. On the merits we have no idea what they're talking about vis-a-vis the Class of '93's alleged apathy.
Jackie reads Mel to filth, and we love it.
Pity she stopped there, as these two shitty ingrates could use an earful, not least about Kelly's choice to wear a barrette OVER the hair elastic. One or the other, Taylor, come on.
Barbra-French mania, out of control!
Mel is rull sorry Felice feels that way. (hee!)
The Glorious Leader contempla-pouts.
Cute little Ohhhhhndrylan friendship moment.
This shirt is never again. "But I got it at the Sal Paradise Drive-In Poetry Slam!" Shut up, dick.
It's no guarantee of anything but maybe try giving everyone in the scene the same direction?
Sincerely touched, or newly stoned?
The juniors mistakenly accord Brandon grudging respect. Brandon predictably accepts it with non-grudging condescension.
Some hearing lewks for the grownups. Unsurprisingly, Jackie is rocking an Ivan Lendl For Hermes...thing. Suit?
Guess the "something dignified to wear" instruction turned into a pumpkin. A trampy, chilly pumpkin. Also, way to vary the moms' suit cuts there, Wardrobe. Felice has the longer, no-pockets, teal version of Cindy's jacket.
Dr. M goes to his happy place.
Good thing you slaved over that letter nobody read, Ohhhhhndrea.
"NO SCAPEG": it's the new "Atti-CA! Atti-CA!"
It's way too much, but man, Carol Potter really makes the most of her screentime.
Oh, Eppie. You had us, and then you didn't call the cops or tattle to colleges or call bullshit on fucking Brandon, and then you lost us.
The Glorious Leader leaves the chanting to his minions.
He has punchably smug faces to make. SHUT UP, BRRRRRANDON!
The notorious Hand O' Silencing.
Cue the sad Peanuts song.
"I get to graduate in Jersey! ...What?"